At midnight
When half the world is asleep,
The prying eyes of the nocturnal owl
Stay alert for mice dozing undergrounds.

A turtle slowly prowls in a swamp
Disturbing the resting fishes
On the shallow waters.

Somewhere, you are confined
Asleep in your room dreaming.
While I stay awake questioning.

Am I part of your dreams tonight?
Would I take part in your life
When you awake in the morning?

The night ends
With the owl catching no mice.
The fishes has gone to The deeps,
But the turtle hasn’t reach where it’s going.
Just like me with my doubts never fading.

But nevertheless always wishing
That one day I’d stop questioning
And to The deeps I’d just let the fishes
Swim.