It feels as if you're stuck between worlds.
A mongering fear, amidst the chaos and the silence,
makes you forget everything.
You search for a glimmer of hope,
but find only an endless nothingness.
You want to scream,
but who would listen?
Or would your voice just echo in the void?

You lose hope, and darkness surrounds you,
Reaching for a path, but there's none to be seen.
Where are you stepping?
A constant question knocks in your head:
Is this a path to walk, or a gorge to fall into?
Yet, you keep stepping, hoping for a path.
You do, because it keeps you alive.
But sometimes, you want it all to end, and you wish –
Let it be the gorge, to finish the struggle,
once and for all.

But hey, there's no fun in that!
The fun is in the path, not the gorge.
Let's dance and sing along the path,
to taste all the bitterness and sweetness of life.
These moments come and go,
What stays with you are the memories.
Everything else is temporary, even you.