I am alone in this wild desert.
There is no power to look ahead.
And these people who smile so pleasant
Are the shadows of whose who soon will be dead.
What's going on? I don't know
If I'm alive or simply not.
But somebody is used to go
Around me and that's his job.
May it be this is my silly fantasy?
May it be this is somebody's game?
But how could I bear this cruel ascendancy -
Survive in the Hell, keep my mind the same?