How long are the days until I leave this field?
And finally, I am left alone, to explore the Self;
Let the surrendering tide downwards fall,
And folding me into the blue, float outwards beyond the horizon, for good...
But alas, the sun still casts my shadow upon this white shore.
What is a dream but suffering?
What is hope but pain?
Is it too much to ask to accept my fate?
Death to my hope, is my only Peace.