Now that I recall every step that I have taken,
Now that I see my empty hands;
I think about this land which is now barren,
A land whose seedlings deserved a chance.
Now that I think about it all,
I think I’ve never been ready.
As dry as the autumn air,
These dreams now echo emptiness;
I look at them baffled,
As for the first time I can literally see nothingness.
Now that I think about it all,
I think I’ve never been ready.
I think hard and harder,
To recall who I am,
Or
Who I used to be?
Am I like any other person that you see?
Or
Am I the light trapped in darkness, waiting to be free?
In any case,
Now that I think about it all,
I think I’ve never been ready.