I see a burdened sunrise
sparkling in your eyes –
I hear a song of sorrow
your lips never expressed to the world.
I don’t know what is right or wrong
I am just trying to feel what you have experienced

In a busy street walking next to a stranger
I forget that I exist
as the pavements end and my feet touch the soil
as my muddy feet decide it is enough
I decide to stop walking

Today I sat down and said to myself
I am just an incomplete explorer
who will never find you
I will live and search for a hundred years
and still not find you

To be honest I don’t even know
if you exist
I don’t know if I exist

Maybe you are my imagination
Maybe I am just an imagination
somewhere in your mind
that is what makes me alive
I don’t exist for me