Poetry .
Drifting above reality
Today I deal with the fear of making it another day.
I blindly walk through this morning fog.
Looking past reality, I see myself fade
away.
Drifting above reality.
Into a picture of circuses and clowns I franticly
run.
A gloomy nightmare in this corner of my
mind.
I find a spec of hope which carries me
through time.
To follow my shadow where [...]
