I clench my fists instinctively   Chilly wind of orders   Quells in me zeal   I am like a man-machine   Ensnared by will-power   This is right and this is wrong   Empty grimace on my face      Under constraint   My wandering thought   Stirs up shiver of anxiety   What I have lost - I know !   Louder and louder I hear   Ice cracking that I am standing on      That is me - the missed fire   I treat to blurred smile   Newer and newer words   I am like a man-machine   Ensnared by will-power   This is right and this is wrong      Under constraint   My wandering thought