I try to hack the mysteries of my mind
Never found anything, except comfort and love
Am I so afraid of what I’ll find?
Or is comfort and love all I’ve known?

When I picture an emotion, there’s nothing I see
In the vast ocean that lies locked in my head
For it’s stubbornly submerged; in depths I can’t reach
And only petty conflicts allow me to see the surface

Society tells me to dull down my feelings; store them deep inside
Wear mask after mask, until my face is lost in the ocean
Fake smiles, pretty words and polite talk to dim down the feelings

But perhaps I am lucky to have never felt true emotion
Just glimmers of it, in a tantalizing reach
For emotion has a way of showing up
In the most desperate situations

Yes, truly
The mysteries of my mind are love and comfort