I often think about you,
Beloved by you, afraid of you.
You have the answer to this world.
Not everyone accepts it though.
Far from adoring you,
I cannot hate you either.
Intended by the nature too,
You always try to be her.
To some you brought relief,
To others - only sadness.
Some think of you as a thief,
Who built the road to darkness.
I dare not to say your name,
Not ready to inflame your fame.
Don't knock my door, don't come to claim me.
Not ready to have you set me free.