Are my eyes trivialized

With the cloud of nightmares?

Am I seeking myself in

The murk of glares?

I'm in a Scylla and Charybdis

Having no way to escape,

Forward on the tussling way, I

To reach on a mirage.

The road of my destiny

Competes with the sky;

I don't know where I'm going

Is it to resurrect my Canvas with dyes?

Messed up I am,

In the grimes of rapport ;

Seized my visions that,

Can't forsake the hidden treasure!

Finally! Uh... huh... Finally!

The tiny scion of my heart

Blossoms a contented reminiscence

Dread do I that this bud will last,

To obscure my presence.

Piercing the heart of Poseidon,

My path will be an abandon; 

At the edge of the horizon,

I'll reveal my beloved seclusion...

My beloved seclusion.