I mourn for the loss of the big dreams.
I mourn for the loss of eternal peace,
the loss of the great truth.
I am sad,
I miss them.

I am afraid of life as it is,
so fleeting,
so raw.

Death is always so close.
And is there a thereafter?
I don't know.

I feel the pain of life,
my own that of others.

And I feel so guilty,
it all should have been so different.

But I couldn't do it differently,
I didn't understand better,
I feel so restricted.