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Light, gets colder and colder

Now even air's getting heavier

Something is changing all around

I must stay focused, both feet on the ground

I should try to manage

A way out, a strategy

But I'm tired of planning everything

Let's have a try on improvising

I'm so scarred

I feel sorry

I should better hide

It's not a real choice

But I keep pretending

I'm not the one I thought

I know you want me to get up

To grab back my stick and start to walk

I should find a new path:

The illusion can't last

But all your looks, your expectations,

Your sincere concerns just paralyze me

Too old

Too weak

I cannot start over

This bloody path has been chosen

too many years before

Sometimes I would like

To go back in time,

Make a few different choices

Become another kind of man