Sights of Old

With all colours gone

With all life dead

With all will absent

I hang my head

A walking dead

In a dying world

In limbo I drift away from this life

Sinking into oblivion

Recommencing with the wild

As the woods surround me

I lose track of time

Forever is never

Today is just fine

Silhouettes in the sun

Shades the open air

Sights of old before me

Eternity appears

The roughed streams cleanse me

Wash away my stains

The air opens my senses

The woodland outlines it clear

This is were it started

Might end here as well

Here where things are silent

It was never gone

It was never here