Strange(r) Source

The tears will never reach your ears, now
the heart is wounded by an unknown dear

The drops of blood in the heart, now
tearing away my inner-self in parts

my love is humiliating to myself today and
rendered useless by time tomorrow

The mission of my coming unclear
Your voice confusing my vision all together

the game of life , that i need to play
the illusion undefined, is the maya today

the feelings thrust on me, cannot go anywhere
someday i will know who you are

With the experiences throwing paradoxes on its way,
The grace of guru will throw all the mysteries away