I have the instructions in my pocket,
but the light don’t want to turn of. It’s dark though.
Losing shreds on my way,
and my destiny seems already written in the stars and changeless.
I think of the old me from the past,
living this terrified frightening present.
I want to scream fiercely about the depletion happening,
and find myself in a silent aquarium.
I see elusive waves eroding life,
still, slipping away and glorious.
Refusal, inadaption, loneliness and incomprehension.