But something is there untold.
My life has become so lone,
I’m straying in woods forlorn.
The eagle’s eye doesn’t leave the mark,
Enquiring the question is so dark.
Those smiles are really mine,
Or it is the game of time.
When the voice from inner self rise,
To façade is just wise.
When life is not mine,
Like the luscious taste of wine.
Because all life is a dream
« return.