Something has changed,
in prints of my brains
While it switches.
I think am lost
Loitering in the jungle
Though of light Sky's
Can I be found?

For it has been since
The trees seem to roar
Grasses seem to claw
Then winds blow castles
While I stand on my tips
Ready to set my footsteps
But,I am not sure

Oh,I am not there!
Who is there?
Then it means we are lost
All efforts
To keep us awake
It is now a waste
For we are off the track

We became tributaries
We separated
Almost to the end
Our enemies took it all
For were blind
Focusing in dreaming
For personal goals .