cloaked in mystery
you live on your own
Your heart does not say
what secrets you hold.
Sitting by the window
facing the south.
Why do you look there?
The wind is not clean that way,
the air not fresh.
What are you looking for
What draws your gaze?
What brings your eyes southward
through the smokey maze
Udomiel, What draws your gaze
Even star, why not look westward
where the air is bright and clean
where the mountains and the ocean gleem.
Look south no more, do not face your past.
Face west, Udomiel, look toward the future
He is lost now.