I can see all these people
Who are running on water,
Towards safe havens
Which have no existence.

And I am just floating,
Just keeping my head up,
So I won't drown
In this boundless ocean,

And I raise my head up
To look for my haven,
But all I can see is
All those running people.

They are blocking my vision,
They block my perspective,
And as they run past me
Their speed makes me dizzy.

But where are my havens?
But where are my heavens?
Is there a concept
Which I should conceive it?
Is there a truth
Worth to believe in?

Or should I lie down,
Be swept by the currents,
Live in the present,
Admire the moments?

And I am just floating
In this mighty ocean,
Or is it the ocean
That's floating within me?

And then I look inside me,
And I can see my havens,
My present, my future,
Which were hidden within me.