I am simple.
I do not need much.
Good hearts, true vision,
And a warm place of my own.

I have measured this life,
And manifold it's a fucking mess.
But I navigate anyhow
Through the monotony of absence.

Do I dare disturb
What strange visions surround me?
Do I challenge all this
That has now found me, that's abound?

There is a sleeping spirit inside,
It lies in wait, it permeates from
My eyes, but I fight against it;
Too afraid to let it out and find me.

Because I'm grasping at what
Used to make me laugh, and
Stumbling faster against time and
Change, I've lost the meaning
Of almost everything.

But maybe time will sort me out...