I stand here

And stare at the horizon

Seems like that's the end of life

I go and check it

Now I stand here

On the horizon, I thought

It was end of my life

But it wasn't

I stared

At my own reflection in water

As I touched it, it was distorted

It's so sensitive

I'm a wanderer

Who knows that infinity exists

But still carrying my finite body

In search of my infinite soul