Near day's end I find myself obscure.
Who am I? Am I who I think I am?
Just when I thought I was sure,
My heart drops scattering away like sand.
Why am I unsure?
Who are these faces of me?
Everything now seems a blur,
This darkness ... why won't it let me be.
The world knows not of this hidden face,
Alone I fight trying to find some way,
I had better find myself before it's too late.
Dear silence please wait, before you take me away to another place.
CHUY YANG (C)