Will it be?
Will it be you?
Will it be you in my universe?
In a universe that does not know me
Will come to know me, is that my belief?
Will you come to believe me?
Will that be my tomorrow?
What will tomorrow be like?
Will this always be a masquerade? Masquerade for you and for me.
This is the one behind the masquerade — your soul.
Will there be perfection for you and me? Or
Will it be when you see the perfection in nature.