I am dying then easy I'm rising -
many-faced disordered soul,
during day with an energy tying,
during night with no mercy dissolve.
If I call for a day that is humble,
fire storms over dark see I get,
if I look for a storm - then around me
every wail and a murmur will break.
For a dawn and a fire I'm dreaming,
but the sunlight has set my eyes blind,
in the spring as in autumn I languish,
in the autumn as spring I do shine. ...