When I turn back to look behind,
I find myself standing midst mirages in a desert,
I try to chase them,
But they get further away, to remind,
I can never catch them, as I can never become the same as I see myself in them.
Again I turn back to see in front of me,
I find myself in the same desert,
But this time, I see nothing, nothing to chase,
I feel so blank,
Not even a ray of light I can find to make me go further,
To chase that I cannot see today, but it is there, it will always be,
I just need that light, which can follow me there, from where,
I will have no urge to look behind and see the mirages that I can never chase.
