Now I cry my rigid tears,
   I despise the nothingness,
      I hate the power in me
         That makes me reckless.

At one time I yearned
   For the beautiful sunlight;
      Now I spend my time mostly
         Under the silvery sky dome.

I miss my self-indulgence
   Of feelings and emotions;
      Now I'm bereft from all
         Of the human weaknesses.