My thought is empty,
I'm in search of something to let in,
I am gazing at nothing,
In search of something,
I'm harking back to my past,
Trying to find out what I left out,
The only thing I remember is the future,
But its just an illusion,
You may call it vision ,
Since I'm on a mission,
that's the reason why am confused,
Because I'm been used,
Now I remember what I must put together,
I most achieve my aim,
Through the meaning of my name.