When I stand on lands
That have long forgotten where they begun,
And do not know where they head,
And then the wind stands still; the air is chill;
My forehead damp with sweat cold as ice,
As the cruel black night descends�
The misty fingers of time have lulled my soul to sleep,
But the gaze of the night,
Disguised in the innocent starlight,
But with edges sharper than the wicked knife,
Prods it awake�
I stand in the dreary and desolate,
Lonely and isolated,
Hating the cruel night,
With its secrets that it hides in it's thousand starry lights�
When land ceases to be solid,
When it's firmness firmly melts away,
When my unsteady feet stand on unsteady ground,
Alone in the world of oceans�
The sun shines in all radiance,
Beaming mercilessly on my back,
As the waves hurl me for the hundredth time,
Jesting and mocking in their every sound,
No direction, O fate, could I see,
And the horizons fled from me,
Pointlessly I wander, alone in the world of oceans,
Hating the sun,
That penetrates every corner, with no secrets at all�
But when the infinite too, began showing it's borders,
And I was trapped in a maze of mirrors,
And no matter where my gaze would fall,
I could see only the reflection,
Only the stranger�
Now I hated none,
For fear with it's icy chill
Did not leave place for hate,
Oh, how I stood lone and afraid,
In the world of strangers!!
Finally the dream was shattered,
And I woke up to the real illusion,
Hating no more,
Fearing no more.
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