Where are you?
If you are the road, and the sound,
And my sin,
And my silence,
Why do we encompass each other with glory?
If you are the darkness,
And mystery,
And disgrace,
Then why do I rise?
Where am I?
If apples we taste are left out of the garden,
Then why should we be afraid?
My beauty,
My light,
My glory,
My silence,
My truth,
My sin,
My all,
My nothing,
My platform,
My belief,
My newness,
My wholeness,
My weariness,
My fire,
My coldness,
The only suspect of making me happy.
The only suspect...
My meditation,
My revenge…
I entitle you to be happy
With or without me.