Why do I want?
Why do I need?
When did longing plant its seed?
Delusion's dreams creating scenes
Is this what it is to become a fiend?
Still I want
Still I need
A tree has sprouted from that seed
Strong the branches
Vibrant the leaves
No more longing I now believe
When we search we never find
What we're looking for is all in our mind
Still I flirt
Still I flaunt
To someday obtain what I want...