I'm waiting to live.
You're waiting to die.
Is this it ? Is life one big lie ?
An old man's dream, where he nurtured his olive ?
I knock at your door
But you only knock back.
Is death just the enterence in the rack ?
"Nevermore", it said before.
The Void is terrifying
But the light is too bright :
Was there truly a man not afraid of dying,
resisting fear with all his might ?
The answers we can't get,
that's what sets the soul alight.
Your presence I shall never forget.
Bless me father, all shall be allright...
A. S. Kaškanov