the fog has gone... the picture's clear:
i'm getting far from being near,
i'm getting far from getting close,
but i'm still walking...
i suppose
that every step is 'nother chance
to gain some kind of confidence,
to understand,
where fortune leads,
and what's the case for which it pleads,
what are 'ur roles, what are 'ur needs,
and where we better plant 'ur seeds...
so i keep walking down the street
of pain and joy, of ice and heat,
of ups and downs, of bone and meat,
of happiness and moans...
indeed,
i hope to reach the end one day,
and find some time to pass away...
yet, i do hope it's not too far...
we better rush while door's ajar...
2006