Look at me, and tell me who do you see?
Look at my feet, are they still or shaking?
I stare at the trees, the sky is where I ought to be.
I open my heart to the seas, but they drowned me.

Look at me, climbing buildings in a rush.
Look at me, am I balanced at all?
I stare at the city lights, they seem to distort me.
Am I too blind, to try to find truth in reality?