The world is in the sphere of your sight
It is you to select the bottomless flight...

Catch me in the wind's gust, oh day
Exchange my being for flowery seeds...

Ensnared feelings remain, to wait on time.
With grace, I let him fall to another's arms...

The paper moon that's cut by night
Masters its precise desired shape...

The day is today for me, tomorrow for him
The closeness in his eyes glaring my way...

As summer ends to autumn, flowers fade
Becoming pruned as my vacant heart...

The time in between remained all but desire
The longing was satisfied and nothing came...

The birds that sang in the spring
Brought forward new beginnings...

Trampling the world with my feet bare
Fearing of nothing that purely exist...

He is the illusion of inseparable distance
While I am the illusion of infinite time...

With every second that seems to break
Splitting dreams that are desired to be...

The hollow hearts that find dissonance
Spreading adversity across their stretch...