Seeing backwards, in the dark rooms

With the light, which only I have

Everything still and silent, at its proper place

As I pass by


It seems only I am walking, talking along the way

Everyone here is listening, but not replying back

To some I am laughing, to some smiling

As I pass by


Some doors are open as I can see through

Some doors are still close as I knock on them

Hidden meanings, hidden questions

As I pass by


Hidden feelings, hidden emotions

Hidden happiness, hidden pain

Hidden days, hidden nights

As I pass by


A river is flowing, opposite to my way

With water of different colors, with stones and hails

Somewhere it rains, somewhere is drought

As I pass by


Little voices, sweet fragrances

Little joys, little worries

Little question, little answers

As I pass by


The way has shrunken, as I am seeing nothing more

Some noises and just some small cries

With a lot of songs that has remained unsung

As I pass by


Remembrances of loved ones is oozing out

I want to sit down, I want to cry

I want to change; I want to make

As I pass by


Everything there says, I am dead now

For we are gone, can’t come back

For we are left, within you and behind you

You still had to recognize, who we were, what we had

 Give us an address and be thankful to your LORD

As you have to pass on

To climb the mountains, to sail the seas

To travel through the deserts, to wait and see

For you are just a wayfarer, somewhere here somewhere there

For your destiny is only one

To meet you LORD GOD


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