(music: "Burned letters" - Johannes Bornlöf)

Step into existence

one scared thought at a time

picking vanities to bear with

one uncovered self-deception at a time

living the present to the rhythm of moments pained through

like melodies played out with a passion wavering anew

earning to trespass the emptiness of fear

towards a bright side so seemingly clear

aligned to horizons always facing backward

extending like a scattered, bewildered flock

of memories lost to stories foretold

tainted by possibilities reflected, behold,

wrestling with choicelessness unravelled too soon

one overflowing reason, out of tune,

revealing a stillness felt, but grasped not yet