Rainbow that ends with a jar of gold
Might be a fairy tale told by an old maiden
Faith of something unpredictable
What to see or what to be ...
Search the path that leads to glory
Even so it's yet unpredictable
Only see the many face in the mirror
The face of when I sad, cry, angry
Or even yet the face I hide behind
It is me, it is what I am ...
A person trying to make a place of his own
In the universe I've known as ... Gaia.