It was the year of steel, and I’ve lost my feel.
Turbulences have demolished my entire being.
And I, without regret, rode off the sunset.
No one was saved, but a runaway self.
There were childhood, there were lies, there was beauty, there was hope.
And I gave up all of my possessions,
And all I found was only a glimmering sunshine,
In the middle of a misty rainforest,
Under the spell of my fantasy.
As these lids opened up, there was nothing but white.
Thin layers of sheet, covering my head.
Nobody was there, this body was alone in a white room.
There was a door in the corner of the room.
And as I opened the door, someone whispered behind me.
‘Welcome to the dark side, welcome to the reality.’
I fainted.
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