Why do I always find myself
In that little situation?
Where everything lies in front of me
Yet it’s still too far for me to reach.
Where do I have to go
To be out of that little situation?
To be protected from the duties
To solve the problems arising.
Somehow the effects
Of that little situation
Are endless in its meaning
As I fumble for truth.
I walk into a room
And with that—that little situation
And I can never exit.
I can never say goodbye.
I see the desire in my face.
And I see that little situation.
The person I cannot have again.
The person I never had.
I can never get past the door
Of the room of that little situation.
As the people laugh in my face.
I wish someone would help me
Get out of that little situation
Lead me to eternal peace
Make me more happy.
But who will take me out
Of that little situation?
Who will love me afterwards?
When will I really truly live again?