Have you ever felt that when you know something better;
When you realize something more better;
Then after that made you feel you know nothing.
For long, you try to chase something so real but then it just illusions.
How you do?
Chase down that silhouette?
Get mad and despair?
It may be better for me to make my still;
Cause sometimes I knew that it's me that try to hunt down my own shadows;
Never notice that it's not too far, but it's because my dumbness to make it runs further.
With hardly try, now I don't want to make any questions to myself.
May it be time that passing by, all the wind came and gone.