Just stop it. Is all I Want, Need, and wish for... nothing's changed, all comes back, as it was part of a big, big wheel, and I was only a little, little stray dog... Waking in sorrow, blinded by nature, deafed by foolishness... no more I want to wake in sorrow... Yet, going on, because that's what they want, need, wish I Do. No more I Want to feel this uneasiness, this burning emptyness. All that's left to wish is to fall asleep, without dreaming anmore... To see the rain that take off... To Watch a Black Sky With only a big, white, silent Moon.