An unknown man fled across the hill
and I (unwittingly) followed him.
There’s no place to hide
when you’re running out of time.
The man said what I did not want to hear.
He confirmed my deepest fear:
Fear of what I’m, fear of my own lies,
fear of what I know but can not prove with my eyes.
Where the hell is moral,
where the knight left his lance,
when you play with someone
who sincerely dance?
Now I will live forever under the shadow of being
what I did not want to be.
The reason why I’m not brave,
the reason why I could not behave.