My heart feels heavy, an elephant is hanging on my heart,

The pigeon is waiting for me to send a letter, I shoved them all in the hearth.

The words seems like a ploy to you, all you care about is the deed;

The tree bears the fruits of desolation, you’re the seed.

I try, I work, I try the hardest;

Why do I feel I am farthest?

I muse, it’s a storm,

Funny how your presence calms me down.

The deer running crazy in the pursuit of the musk,

My mind is breaking into fragments like the husk.

I had the musk from all along,

Going insane night long,

Day long,

Prolong,

Withdrawn.

On a viscious circle I run,

Is it the rush or the quest of love?

Is it the musk, or your feelings are rusk?

Am I crazy, or I am too much?

Was it pretend, or was it a hunch?

I am on my knees, but you won’t even budge.

I hear your voice, I seek your soul

On a viscious circle I must run.