Seven hundred seasons walking, With a splinter under my skin. This paraplegic limitation pushes My body over my knees. One hand holds the list of meditated Reasons waiting for The explanation that would be The answers to the questions done. Guilty for a strange behaviour that Keeps me away from what I've fought for. Always zeros on my left side. Help me to understand... Is it enough? Help me to understand if I am wrong. Almost jaded, tired and bored because The chase is going hard. Every step I've made is an illusion And it drives me far. It seems that destiny is burying Hopes without sensitivity, While conspiracy takes away the opportunity. Guilty for a strange behaviour that Keeps me away from what I've fought for. Always zeros on my left side. Help me to understand... Is it enough? Help me to understand if I am wrong.