"In the cold winter
When nature withers
And the fire grows dim
There is a man
Just a man
With his hair in a mess
And his pockets Flat
He runs
With no care in the world surrounding him,
Assaulting him from all sides:
The snow covering up the fields
Covering the lifeless bodies
With their last shroud too long delayed
He runs frantically
The ice freezing up the streams
Freezing the bloodstream of the living few
His tears cannot stop running.
He cries madly
The wind whispering in the uneven fields
Echoing in the carcasses of the unearthed
Chilling the bones of the livid living
Half gone to meet them in the mud
Draining the very life of the doomed ones
He runs far from the melody
He does not stop for anything
Not even for the shouted orders
Not even for the old friend
Who cannot breath, in agony
Nor the warm fire
Burning brightly in the trenches

He runs
To escape the bombed fields
To escape the madness sought by men
To escape the dying breaths and hopes
Of the forsaken
To escape and hide
To convince himself that none of this happened,
There’s nothing stopping him
But the claws of his predecessors
Dragging him in the earth
For a last respite

The snow now falls heavily on the field
Covering the land of the purest white
Covering the deeds of humanity. "


"I'm on a trip,
I'm on a ride,

On the run,
On the road,

I thought I might settle for a while
I thought that I could rest for a time,

I believed that I might stay here for a break
I believed...

How hard have I believed.

I was just a fool,
Living a dream,

A dream of disillusion,
Always asleep, yet trodding the earth.

I am but a dreamer.
I dreamed that I could settle for a while.

That I could enjoy a long rest
After the long road I gait

But it seems life has other plans for me.
And so, I stand up,

I walk forward, looking back often.

What have I lost in my travels?

I wonder, I think, I forget

I walk.

But vagabonds of the world
Playthings of time and void.

Living in the multitude
But ultimately walking in solitude

That is the path set afore us.

I wish I could settle for a time,
Put down my luggage,

I wish I could rest for a while
And stop being a vagabond of time.

The road is still long,

And the dream continues."