Light, gets colder and colder
Now even air's getting heavier
Something is changing all around
I must stay focused, both feet on the ground

I should try to manage
A way out, a strategy
But I'm tired of planning everything
Let's have a try on improvising

I'm so scarred
I feel sorry
I should better hide

It's not a real choice
But I keep pretending
I'm not the one I thought

I know you want me to get up
To grab back my stick and start to walk
I should find a new path
The illusion can't last

But all your looks, your expectations
Your sincere concerns just paralyze me

Too old
Too weak
I cannot start over

This bloody path has been chosen
Too many years before

Sometimes I would like
To go back in time
Make a few different choices
Become another kind of man