The way ahead I really needed Empty the sphere Where it leads
One more stap on gravel And no map for travel The influx is my guide And The soul is my feed
Dying echoes in the cold Universe scream to hold Themselves reflected
In them had faded All the background world Just the road has not
Everyone before myself Had had made all the steps To be lied now on a shelf To be wondered all the mists … Which are dancing round The glitch of «final» bound Which are watching us out The glitch of «final» bound