If I look long enough, they appear after appearing.
And every step brings me closer to disappearing.
Further than I can look, behind what I’m wearing.
It is not about this anymore, but the infinite behind.
No step brings me closer to what I want to find.
Every step brings me back to the start,
So why do I try so hard? To look so far?

I just realize how much I want to go,
because since I have not seen the end,
it seems there’s no way home.
I don’t even know where I went before,
I don’t know where it went wrong.

I try to be strong when I cannot see myself anymore.
Too far away, to look me in the eye.
All I can ask myself now, is why I cannot decide
to just live life without looking in a blurry mirror,
in the end, it is the only view that seems to disturb.
But still every day I take a step.

I can only say it’s too late,
I just want to walk and never look back.

C.