The reality I seek was nothing but an image,
The life I desire was nothing but a dream.
When I turn it's every page,
Nothing will be like it seems.
When, oh when, shall my life be complete?
When shall I find what I really seek?
When nothing fills the page of emptiness,
My heart never cease to feel loneliness.
Is there anyone who will arrive and fill my pages with ink?
But after such a long wait, no one will I think.