"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, And I have followed the source of rivers towards their Source or plunged into forests, always making for other Cities I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin In reverse And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment" [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"]
I sink below the waves Is this what I've been looking for ? It seems I've found someone to die for Someone to lie for
I've drunk my fill of misery It's time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the Grave
Let's leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Heremy will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The Wretchedness of another day
"The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, Can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new Departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake For here my will has Been spent"