To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers,

Disharmony Prevails When You Confuse Lust With Love, While The Distance Between The Two Is Endless!

Why, When God's World Is So Big, Did You Fall Asleep In A Prison, Of All Places?

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

You Live In My Heart Where No One Sees You But I Do. That Vision Becomes This Art.

All Your Anxiety Is Because Of Your Desire For Harmony. Seek Disharmony, Then You Will Gain Peace.