| I cannot smile . . . |
| . |
| I cannot smile, I cannot cry, |
| trapped in myself I am lost inside, |
| My dreams shattered, my hopes drowned, |
| I seek escape to an alien ground, |
| Another day, another night, |
| the same agony but a different plight, |
| Run and run and backwards I am moving, |
| it is my own being from whom I am running. |
| No woes, no regrets, |
| No foes, no friends, |
| just strangers I have moving around, |
| and all I hear is my own silent sound, |
| More silence I seek and rythym I get, |
| More darkness I want and more lights beget. |
| I close my eyes and seal my ears, |
| but still there is no peace my peers. |
| The calm and peace is long gone, |
| to a land from where there is no return. |
| and yet my insanity makes me search, |
| search for what exists here not. |
| Now how do I expect all this to end, |
| when the anguish of it is my only friend. |
| To abandon my being is what I can do not, |
| And for it to depart there is no second thought, |
| So the more I live the more I die, |
| tears bite into my eyes but I cannot cry. |
| No use it is to hope or try, |
| yet I feel myself doing so why? |
| Again come the lonely questions, |
| the questions for which are born no answers. |
| To continue means to shun for sins undone, |
| but then some imaginations are born to run. |
| I will wander and dwell and again return, |
| in vain searching for the black sun. |
| Crazy I sound and may be I am, |
| but i will never give up upon being unborn. |