Power bails out, your will melts away
Choking your thoughts; you have no sway
Over your feelings which, wasted, still lie
In a pointless strife, waiting to finally die.
You just sit there, engorged by your weakness…
Denied of liberty, struggling in thy sickness
Tangled to the dirty ground of your reality
You, foolish being, try to escape fatality!
As you sink deeper in the ocean of useless thought
You can still see that little star you had sought
A star so close, but so far away, blinking in disdain
To your huge efforts, to the power used in vain…
And you sometimes think about the greater moon
Which lay behind that puny star, but you realise soon
That you never had the chance of reaching either
And all the dreams you’ve gathered away shall wither.
So, here you are, paralyzed, cold and powerless
Waiting for all to go, but it all seems so useless…
Your face is turned to the great moon, your eyes go past
The small star which goes farther, turning into dust…
Dust which is blown by the wind… It was a pretty lie
A lie which has bind you down; but life’s thrown its die
And it was fate that chose… You shall dream once more
Of that star, hoping to reach it… A dream to die for!