A world of its own,
Hiding behind veil of the flesh;
A sweet chaos,
Bringing everyday something afresh
Or sometimes perhaps,
Picking up the trails left down the road long  ago,
The world -
Left unknown to all but the one who owns.

Countless people with countless lives,
Me in the middle;
The one who rolls the dice.
This little yet chaotic world,
Left unknown to all but the one who owns.

Both a curse and a blessing,
Going on endlessly without any ceasing;
Would I be able to break through?
Even if I dare?
This naughty world,
Left unknown to all but the one who owns.