Misty, hazy all around,
Heavy little feet on the ground,
I see nothing, inside and out
i feel nothing, no dreams, no doubts.
I have come a long way now,
there are bruises, cuts and wounds,
They still bleed,but I sense no pain,
all the effort, all the haste in vain.
No laughter, no cries, i hear no voice,
not a word said, not a little noise.
All the rush is gone, the fire has died,
The ashes remain, they shine with pride.
I don’t know where I am going, it matters no more,
A little hope still remains, in this ocean so vast, like the hope of a shore.