There is an answer.
I have something to live for...

What a cat like day
To lazily lay around...

That time again,
The time that keeps spinning...

Do I have to live as a redemption child?
Do I have to be made of caressing...

Deep-rooted
Existence...

In habitude, but futilely,
The caring gestures...

Do you know
What no one knows...

Once more, it starts.
The gathering of smiles...

We are afraid.
Meaninglessly...

Following the seemingly irreversible strangled...
It’s not the fear of losing yourself that haunts...

The one afraid to breathe
Is bound to die...

There is magic
Lingering to this world...