When I touch the cemented corridors,
I feel the dust of time crumble beneath
The tips of my fingers - As I step aside
To breath the next wisp of scarce air,
I realize how time has trotted by,
Stranded me on an empty isle of hope...
Somewhere between sincere cognition
And grey fading memories, I lie -
Looking upward at the winter sky,
Snow crystals and stars falling at me,
Whispering little words that I don't
Really understand or perhaps that I
Don't want to. Not anymore since long.