I’m sitting here
With my gear
Listening to the music of life
Playing with my polished knife
Should I really start to dive?
Jump into the darkness of it all?
Through this pitch-black wall?
There might be colors all along
It might be all but wrong
But my legs are shaking
Outrageous fear is awaking
There might be no joy, but fear
All my hopes might disappear
Paralyzed I’m sitting here
What is to come is way unclear
I’m not prepared at all
I have no courage for the fall
I hug the grey infinity
Afraid of life’s uncertainty
Plories 