And every moment under the street lamp
I run and chase my shadow so hard
I endlessly retreat from the unveiling light,
trying, striving set things in place
dodging and repairing, my life to rewrite


and again i'm chasing after the wind
which blows over the earth where my dreams had been
too many mistakes too many faults
i'm torn asunder, and progressed have not.

One avenue, i visited not
and stubbornly refuse till my toes are grey
Oh the only way, as is declared
Shatter and mend me, tis' all i pray.