I’ve seen you here before,
you know,
wandering and waiting–
who is it that you’re looking for?
I’ve been here the whole time,
occupying myself with silly things
and taking odd paths to avoid anything serious…
who can say what matters anyway?
We’ll get there in the end,
so don’t you worry,
I really don’t like to see you so distressed.
Come here and I’ll kiss your forehead
if only you’ll believe in me,
my love,
but is happiness what you’re really after?