Vast is this world in which I roam,
alone I walk among this Earth...

Something I see in my mind,
in hopes to one day find...

Life, the sunrise of the morning's glow,
Death, but the sunset at work's end...

Freedom costs but one word,
but fools are such these people are...

Live not long in world so small,
yet never feel as world be...

Laying down beside your warmth,
even while mine's no more...

Beginning in life, ending in death,
What is, now what was...

This idea so clever I held,
times of solitude thinking aloud...

Once forth it comes anew,
a small light within my hand...

Lay upon darkness shrouded,
this glass bottle in my hand...

Gloom this place covered in fog
the aura so frail yet nothing so fierce...

Air escaping this room so tight
how I've entered filled my thoughts...