All is still quite unreal like if I would wander in a dream
about to wake up yet falling deeper.
I am still haunted by the questions that carry the answer deep within.

Do I regret? (the other I in me meditated)
-Oh yes I do perhaps, but not in ways that...(a moment of silence)
are based on conceptions of "right" or "wrong".
I do not know... (quieten down) if I am the person that the mirror reflects.

And so I kept floating without will of own
yet what is lost isn't measured with the scale of pain.
Therefore the key didn't fit to the gate
I was meant to walk through.

Do I regret? - Oh yes I do perhaps.

"An angel with golden wings descended from the clouds.
It sat on my shoulder and told me to look through her eyes.
The times were different and out of curiosity
I allowed myself to fall and to fall again and again..."

In front of reality I am filled with doubt.
How to define time and from where to start the count?
Sixth day from what? Six days from where?
Am I lost in the maze of this acid sphere...

Do I regret? - Oh yes I do (not)