I'm rubbing my eyes because I see kaleidoscopes of insanity before these crystals of mine. I feel so clumsy that I can't even think about walking along the line. Is it bad to dream in peacock colours with open eyes that don't seem to be so fine? After all, who writes 100 letters to the same soul after half past nine?

I do.

So would you diagnose me with a mental disease with some complicated name? Or would you degrade me by saying that I'm doing this all just for fame? Are you really gonna prove that I have no aim? After all, who boasts about possessing a hollow but treasured claim?

I do.

So keep out of my way because I have a wandering mind. You'd better stay stuck in this mystery that, with such enemies, how do I manage to be so kind. Oh, and I don't believe in leaving some heart touching memories behind. All I have to say is that it's me who's lost in fantasies and you don't need to find. After all, who dares to stand amidst the center of the universe and chooses to be hypnotically blind?

I do.