Tears fall for no other reason,

Then to remind us of a lost memory,

We leave behind.

In search of an empty happiness,

Lost in the word the call "freedom"

We hope to find truth,

In a worls where truth is nothing but a spectacle on TV.

I search for a knowledge –

To let me ask why.

Lost in knowing that knowing the real truth,

Would hurt my padded cell I call reality.

I have an inspiration,

From heart break, no less.

Not knowing what these words mean yet,

My hand moves to fast for my real wisdom to give logic,

Changing in what the mirror's eyes tell me to.

I look never knowing what, who or where I am