Words, feeling, deeds,
nothing could tell you where this alley leads,
standing strong, the key in your hand,
nothing wrong with your pretended end.
Walking on, walking fast, the alley along.
Into the shadow you take a walk,
into the the shadow, into the dark.
The shape of twighlight people,
standing side by side.
The key just like a needle,
you are holding tight.
Passing the alley faster and faster,
running from your fears,
running from the master.
Like crocodiles they stare into your empty eyes
So tall, so small, the fear has gripped your mind. Strangers are they, and you turned blind.
Monsters that you've underrated,
but still monsters, that your head created.
Helpless, hunted by the crocodiles,
you are running from these fossiles.
But they will wait another day,
for you to cross their way.
They will take what they will find,
but as long as you are blind,
they will always scare your mind.

For Lena