Sometimes I feel like falling through infinite,

Sometimes I wish I could scream to the stars.

In my eyes always the less these golden glit,

In my heart always the deeper these old scars.

Tears rolling down my cheeks like rain in a storm,

Without meaning, the same I see my existence.

Everything around me looses content, form,

While I watch, selfless, left without defense.

There is no longer anymore for me to understand,

Only am I allowed to be, to feel, to think, to live.

Only I know I am nothing more than a grain,

A grain of sand in a universe I can not leave.