I'm imagining myself alone to escape because the beauty I seek is far from this room
from this moment
I used to think love from another was the highest form of beauty and I performed like my life was an epic poem
Now I've felt real love and I know the pain that accompanies it
disruption of the peace I nurture like a bud in the gardens of man
I am the beauty I seek, I am the love I seek, I am the passion I seek
I may not be enough but in solitude I don't have to be reminded
