From The Depths Of My Soul

Restlessness haunts me in the heart of the quiet place in the world.
I judged myself and I was guilty, but am I willing to admit the facts?

You who sit in the depths of my soul and port on the cords of the heart, do you think that is really necessary?
Always trying to lead me in the straight path.

Always directing me to take out my goodness in comparison to all the evil I can do. You who wrote me what morality, I need your help.

I'm a little lost. I'm a little troubled. Maybe more than a little bit, because this is the first time that I listened to you. This is my confession to you.

I've always been told that life is not black and white, and there's so much gray in the background, so why do I get guilty when I walk the gray area of my life?
Thoughts do not allow me, but what you don't know won't hurt you?
"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"

Restless again, Restlessness haunts me in the heart of the quiet place in the world.
I judged myself and I was guilty, but am I willing to admit the facts? Does it matter at all?

When everything is so temporary, so is expected to end, is it even matter that I betrayed your trust? Do you believe me anyway? Are you there at all? Or I'm looking for who to blame and to whom to turn for help. When the only certainty in here - I'm just alone.