May I know where I belong
where to pour down or look up
May I know where I outrun
to understand the tragic endings of White nights
where only the time you open your eyelids
is my sunrise

it's a cruel, cruel world
my whimsical mind is too lovelorn
and drained
to understand why the games of fool are so cool
to the common man
and new telecast anchors
and why the world is so enthusiastic
to learn another mystery
where science can't suffice

it's a stupid, stupid world
my uncaring mindset is running in all ways
in the kitchen where I watched my mother cook breakfast
she looked like an actress in her youth
a maiden who should've fought the odds
could've been some outstanding doctorate

May I know where I belong
where to stop and take the lesser end
may I know where to outrun
to understand why some departures are necessasy
to feed the bonfire of a healthy garden
to understand the tragic endings of us
where only the time I close my eyelids
is when you close yours