Is there something in the mist?
Mysterious fumes hide the truth,
Because you can't handle it,
Even if you want to;
You hear nothing, but you feel,
Something's out there and you fear,
Turn around, over and over,
Put your feet into the water,
You just have to let go,
Going down the bottom slow,
Spin your eyes inside their sockets,
Here it ends and here it starts,
All it changes in the worlds,
Even a breeze is enough
For a storm to be born;
Doing nothing is a sin,
Doing too much is a sin,
Doing yourself is a sin;
What should you do?
Take heart, even if you're empty,
Nothing matters, nothing does,
And the sneaky night encloses,
She encroaches,
Take more time to smell the roses,
Together with your dear friends,
The roaches;
Morning finds you being eaten,
But by now you are indifferent,
All alone when you crossed over,
Watch your step, don't haste,
You are gone, it's such a waste!