Walking down the alley you feel lost and unhopeful
waiting for the time to run, to be free from
the burden.
Strolling till the time is right to escape. Escape the
destiny written for you.
The need to be liberated strengthens, and it’s up to you,
they say.
The only question I have is, ‘can I do it?’ – running around my
head, day and night, forever spinning in my skull.
Blurred images of your future, which will soon become crystal.
Always clinging to the hope that one day, maybe one day,
it’ll change.
No. Never.
Every man for himself.
