It was too late.
It was too late when I realised I had died.
It was too late to rise again for I had
Given up long ago,
Even before I was aware of it.

But if I were to confess I'm not fine,
Take off the mask I've been wearing Since eternity,
Will you comfort me like how I've been Comforting you?
Will I finally be able to hear the words I've been saying to you too?

Will you be the oasis of the bone-dry
Desert I've been wandering barefoot
Since the beginning?