The man walked inside the mist
Like a ghost creating pictures and scenes
Becoming matter made of light
Like a bird watching the life yeah, secretly
The streets are full of mud makes hard his way
A heavy burden he must carry on forever
With no one to share his destruction
Everything evaporates around you
Thoughts disappear forever
Inside the void there is nothing to see
The man sees the boats floating in the air
All illusions have collapsed with his dreams
As a blind man playing his violin for nothing
Anywhere meaningless without listeners
Celebrating death of his body and soul
Like a secret dream
How foolish
Misery
Only one
Only a rest to the man
A little
Anything
In silent void
And dark
In the soul
Made of light
