The old has already been dying

The new is unborn yet

Like the one who’s walking on nomen’s land

The glaze is cracked

But the material under is

Invisible yet

There is only fear

You fear for the past

You’re afraid of outbreaking

Of what will happen to you

What are you going to do

Roll the whole

From two sides like a rug

Start with the past, the old

Now Roll up all

Next the future, that you don't have

Now Roll up all

Roll, until it connects

(And you’ll be in the present)