I wander upon a path by a lake,
Wondering where it's all gone.
Every day I used to come here,
From the morning to the evening's yawn.
Every now and again I wonder,
Why the days have passed.
And think very deeply,
Why they don't seem to last.
Day by day, night by night,
The Lake becomes smaller still.
The thoughts of it become thinner,
Even to my strongest will.
It has become ten times smaller and ten times shallower,
Even thought it has not changed.
To other people it might be normal,
but to me it is considered strange.