The placid pond inside my soul, (where color drifts and slowly rolls)

there is no shift, there is no goal (As past and future take their toll)

I kneel and gaze at my reflection ( To reminisce from a choice selection)

As sorrows dance across the pool (I realize I was a fool)

and pleasures play about the light (  it was day for me and for her, night)

I feel a break inside  (three swords whirling through the skies)

A spinning dancing warping sight (To blind myself I'm bound to lie)

The weight of coin bears on my brain ( the cost of light is the cause of pain)

My efforts tossed it seems in vain (yet once again I'll play this game)

If I gave up, I should well die (It is for other's sake I try)

I leave the pool feeling not the same ( so once again, begin the game!)