These might appear as the words of my vanity,
but they r not even close to sanity...
I don't know how much i need to wait,
Should i curse myself or my fate?
Am i living in reality or in a dream?
Should i remain silent or just scream?
Why do i sense divine music in silence?
Why every goodness appears as defiance?
Obscurity comes to me as the brightest light,
And lonesomeness seems so right.
Then what am i missing in my life?
If there's nothing, for what do i strife?
If this is a dream just don't wake me,
Even if its ...