I'm sitting here n the middle of a meadow

In the nowhere

I breathe the scent of a rayfield

Imagining how it would be to feel closeness around me

A song in my head

Revived by an illusion that ends in a quiet fall

I'm standing here looking down the cliff

My fingertips sink into the streams of the wind

I see this

That I am

My trembling hands are lead by a breeze

Inside it I'm accompanied by a soft strength

Disappointment is the end of deception