How can I be better,
when i fall from the sky everynight.

How can I fly,
if this anchor keeps on dragging me
down into the sea.

How can I be strong
when my bones look firm and crystal,
nothing but only made of glass.

How can I deeply know
myself;

Why can't I be like
everybody else;

I was so so lost, so lost
that in a wilderness;
I had to lose myself.