Went gently and lonely along my path,
Awaited the sunset
but as the night awoke fear came
that I can no longer see the sunrise
Eyes open, but no light
reaches the inside of my soul
and a fog obscures the view
coming into or leaving life
Time curdles, plunges slowly but tenaciously
into the fog of life
that fans the end and the beginning,
that seems eternally endless.
Images fly by me
Webs touching nothing
Look back, think nothing of it
Everything empty, nothing sentient
I hear the wind, understand
what it says in a whisper
As it softly flies over me
and banishes my fear
Now I lie alone on the waiting bench,
Await the last train to Neverland
Don't worry any more; it's too late for that
I can already feel the gust of air that precedes the train
Soft laughing without sound
The quiet almost a comfort
I am caught in a happiness
from which no one can free me
Agony