despair
22.10.2003


I've lost myself
and can't wake up.

To this nightmare,
what good is hope?

Everything blurs,
the close is so distant.
Just out of reach,
what more is left?

                       Reach out.

             Wake up.

But still
there's
nothing left.

A new day is born with
new hope that's so warm.
The rain drowns it all,
but there's no place to fall.

A thousand days and
a thousand nights,
each one builds up
a low of new heights.

I think I can make it,
what's left but to try?
Just out of reach,
but not yet will I die.

                       Reach out.

             Wake up.

Nothing.
Nothing at all.