My life is like a bad fairytale.

Dragons lurk in every cave,

ogres in every shadow.

When I get to the place where the castle should be,

what do I see?

The evasive palace has escaped me.

I keep marching on,

into the dawn.

For some sunny day,

in this story I pray,

a knight will arrive.

It is for him that I strive

to the ends of the earth,

and back to its birth.

Thus I have begun to wail,

from my bad fairytale.