I was in the pursuit of happiness But I found nothing yet in this seeming eternity As day decays times show the changes of every chapters of my own doom Am I still in my false vision? Another day rises under moldering skin of my desires it makes me feel the body of emptiness grows Inside me and my illusion If they call it despairs from my furry to this creation let me call it a thing I am becoming it gradually The despairs of recreating myself The Sorrow of rebuilding a new world The tears of a mystic lost in his doubts The fears of being and will not be forever The loneliness of all my suffering in my last solitude It’s all in my ultimate nothingness