You Reason, And I...

"You reason... and I wonder the math you do.
You confess you ponder everything, you know each line you drew.
(Seemingly...) You can't refrain from this overthinking.
And it doesn't keep you from reasoning

Through the mist, I feel the cold,
A wish for fire, for an ashen sky,
You know what's to become?
You reason, and I...

You travel... and I'm left here frounded watching you (go).
You look back, your tender face traces reveal the hell you've live through.
(Noticeably...) You feel the urge to turn back and stay,
But it dowsn't keep you from going away.

Through the mist, I feel the cold,
I wish for fire, for an ashen sky,
You know what's to become?
You reason, and I..."

- in "You Reason, And I...", recovered from a printed paper.