Why do I lose my sleep time and again,
despite being burned relentlessly,
with no shred of guilt or remorse?
Why do I seek fulfillment in a face,
despite being scorned so brazenly,
when my love was humble or too meek?
Why do I lose my sleep on endless nights,
for things both supposedly great and small,
as dust like as my feelings and the world?
Why in those eyes I come across my destiny?
In the end, after the desserts and life,
after three thousand years of wondering,
all I know is that I know nothing, save we come
from a place to where in death we all must return!