I clench my fists instinctively
Chilly wind of orders
Quells in me zeal
I am like a man-machine
Ensnared by will-power
This is right and this is wrong
Empty grimace on my face
Under constraint
My wandering thought
Stirs up shiver of anxiety
What I have lost - I know!
Louder and louder I hear
Ice cracking that I am standing on
That is me - the missed fire
I treat to blurred smile
Newer and newer words
Ensnared by will-power
This is right and this is wrong
Under constraint
My wandering thought
