If the box was full of Evil
Why was it gifted at all?

Certainly, do what you think you must
To keep your country ‘first’

When I look back at the years gone by
I do so with a gentle smile

The ferocity of the good ol’ sun
The serenity of the moon,

Why do you look at me disconsolately,
When warmth is all I provide?

Someone keep me company,
Someone share some thoughts with me,

Life is a game,
Light-hearted stuff:

Those with secrets in their hearts,
Have no place to hide,

O, for the ecstasy of not knowing
That which would rend my heart,

Ripples in the pond and waves in the sea;
Little steps, giant strides of an unknown destiny.