The purpose that I try to find
Distracted by the World's sublime
I focus once, but then, in time,
I fall in love again.
The thoughts that man expects of me
Empty paths I cannot see;
Or see beyond, but still I'm free
To fall in love again.
And when my numbered days have come
"Wasted," said by more than some,
I'll sigh gladly at my life, now done,
But regret not,
As I fall in love again.