When night tempts the heart with mystery And young eyes smile with curiosity It's playfulness that binds the hands of love No reasoning to what the mind's thinking of Free to give and partake unselfishly Once naive until caught by identity Time was lost to experiencing a phase Now set separately when judging the days Wisdom now in a search held by choice Still eyes smile with a weaker sort of voice To appreciate and let the heart give in One tries to conquer but the goal's not to win Was a hand to forever given free? Thoughts were never expressed somehow equally In reasoning what has now become a chore These days are marked much clearer then before There was a spark for a wick desiring to light When the heart tempts the mysterious night In a chance to express all equally I then gave up the reasoning in me Playfulness binds once again the hands of love Worthy only to the things I'm thinking of Time wasted in never learning anything From the lessons of the past still suffering When night falls the moon comes round the bend The identity clear but naive once again Years have past to think now selfishly Give me back those you stolen from me - Shabetei