Rapid eyes he has
Darker than it seems
A smile that sharply glows
Running out of leer
Waiting to be saved
But knows salvation is not near
Although he trusts himself
He doesn't trust the veer

Forgive the grass for being green
And the trees to have no soul
Have yourself, be yourself
The nature calls
But you cannot hear
Its vivid jeer
The rapid eyes are closed

You wish to be a seer
I wish to be a peer
Like you.