The horizon is only a few seconds away,
damn, the here and now is just so heavy.
I never could fly like I swim,
the fresh air is sweet and has a voice that numbs.
Looking down, I see answers,
Looking back I see the riddle,
Up ahead is the path.
I shake like a starving dog in the cold,
its bleeding paws tell a story of madness.
My vision blurs and I close my eyes,
I watch the blood flow and pulse.
Looking down, is freedom,
Looking back is her prison,
Another step forward is pitchblack.
I breath deep - I taste the trees,
I bite down and taste the iron.
The arms are wings, hairs are feathers.
Feet unburdened, knees relaxing.
Past is not a memory,
Present is liberated,
Future never really was.
Who Am I?
- Wado
- Wer den Harnisch anlegt soll sich nicht ruehmen wie ein der den abgelegt hat.