Standing there,
Mocking me,
Just out of reach,
Yet a world's length between us.
Shadows of truth,
Mists of tales,
And what for?  
Is it love that you conceal?
Is it pain?
Or is it simply not I,
That was chosen by you to reveal?
Enough with pondering, enough with analyzing,
Can't we return to old ages,
When we were young, and you were close?
But we cannot,
We keep going forward,
Driving away from each other,
Driving away.

Fragments of truth,
Covered by tales,
By whom?
What for?
Searching for you,
Over again,
But for no avail.
You're the meaning of life,
You bring me sorrow, you bring me anger,
You shower me with flowers and love.
You make me swear, you make me curse,
You make me moan alone at nights.
You tempt me forward, with hints of the end,
And then you flee, light as a deer, to the safety of my
mind.

Searching for truth,
Following tales,
But for no avail.