From darkness into the light
I saw her face, what delight!
She is a moment’s peace
That cannot be acquired
You can get lucky
But its something not really required
For she knows you
As you don’t know her
You think it is love
But ain’t sure if you can tell her
It is a submission
Where all you take is a given
You try to understand
But there is no reason

Only an open prison, hard to break
Like an ironical fate
You think you’re given, what you take

- Piy