As I come to my senses everything seems crystal clear
Like nothing before and nothing since
The haze is gone and I´m able to view myself once again
So many chances have I been given
My luck is bound to run out
My pitiful soul so strong it thought to be
So sorry it will always be
I never asked to be re born
I never commanded attention
Or wept for emotion
Peace came to me at a turbulent time
And joy at the sadness of my mind
No more can I say
No more can I do
I will write until the very last drop of felling is drained from the mist
Then to continue to run through life to make no sense of it
Again and again
Have I really come to my senses?