When the last breath leaves and merges with its source,
When the mind recedes to nothingness and its home of old;
When I am left alone with this song of silence,
What is left to be seen when the seer is the scene?
I am floating in this vacuum of darkness,
For what all was this earthly madness?
Who takes care of the house and the keys?
Those leftover accounts and the assets that freeze;
Those tales of victory and the battles fought,
Those cries and wants and laughter aloud;
What all was that as I wonder now?
When all that I did was travel as now;
Let me cut these invisible chains,
For who wants to return to this circus again;
Let me rest here and now,
I have my freedom and will never be bound…