I lost my hope
My life
My longing
It is all gone now
I don’t know how to make it
Still my body is here
Trembling
Shadowland
We are still here
After all this year
Frustrated
LonelyÂ
NakedÂ
In the winterÂ
In the summer
autumn and spring
They play their
Game
And I now
an old man
Without any possessionsÂ
are thrown around like a small
piece of paper in the wind
The gods are looking
the other way and
the outcome is almost
Certain