I'm so tired of floating in time: I start a new line and cut off halfway through. Once I could deal with all of my crimes, But they emerged after the call of the cuckoo. The searchlight has stopped on my pale blue shadow, -5 And the audience know who I am and Who's next to be picked by this beam, -6 I will wallow in their sights, -6 'Cause I am the answer to the riddle of Sphinx. Life's running faster than my thoughts and my words, Feels like I am a spring river in the ice. I cry for help, but you hear only barking: "Can you please help me tear this loop in a trice?" I am the answer to the riddle of Sphinx.