Nowhere

Like a picture on the wall,
To appear from nowhere,
Like a thousand-yard stare,
Like a baby that is born.

It’s so hard to be yourself
If there was no beginning,
But I hear someone singing.
It’s already half to twelve...

I believe: your will is true;
And dry matter like a pattern
Will be drawn on the letter;
I shall send it back to you…

Why there is only one way –
To improve our skill of flying?
In the sky I see a lightning.
All the rest is in decay.

Time will turn into a dream –
Endless, faithless, dark and silent.
Only sun-beams on the island
Give me will to live and sing.