We miss our own friends
in the sea of thought like a maze.
No praise or blame,
yet we're sometimes trapped in a daze.
In countless blisters,
walking on the maple floor
we've got to go through before.
The despair shuts the door.
I sing my song like everlasting notes.
When I feel that I'm lost,
I just keep my eyes closed.
Gone by the breeze,
I find that I'm on my feet.
Here I am to live my time.
Here I am to forge my mind.