Sometimes it's clear as glass,
Sometimes it' blur as fog;
Sometimes I think I know,
Sometimes I can't see a thing.
Somebody says you did,
somehow you say you didn't;
Once again they say you did,
Once again you make me tremble.
Hopeless,
It's happening again;
It's thinking and thinking,
I'm asking myself.
The further I search,
The longer I'm questing;
Like being in a forest,
Lost and lost.
You still there,
Sometimes just next to me;
Questing your feeling,
I don't know.
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