Years ago, before me;
I could see it tilting;
The glass pedestal,
upon which my heart was built;
Years ago, all around me;
Only I could hear it,
A ticking clock, slowing
- grinding to a halt;
Years ago, behind me;
Ticking clock silenced;
I've arrived at the place,
where all my dreams have died;
Will I
- I wonder,
Now be born anew?











