My hand is shaking as I start to write with a pen
I am much at ease typing
Somehow I become a robot
Like a program, encrypted with codes
Will I ever decipher who I am?
Who are you?
What are you made of?
Look from the inside of your eyes
What do you see?
Do you see me?
My hand is no longer shaking
But my words dissolved before it slip from my lips
Does the wind able to catch any of it and carry them to the stars?
Only you can tell
When you look at the stars tonight…