Land stands still, painted grey

Waters stagnating in decay

Yet, subtle signs of life fill the air

As the world keeps on turning

Clouds emerge from within the constant fog

And flow away, longing for better skies

Following the new currents of wind

They almost convince me to follow their path

Anchored to life...

As my heart is craving for more

It drives my body towards the horizon

Belief that the cycle might finally break

The hope to see a blinding sun once more

Envy burning inside

Wildest dreams of a true rеality

Is this new flame a blessing or a liе?

Wings to fly, or a stone to weigh me down?

My flesh is my anchor to life

Its fears instilling doubts into my mind

Sensations creating addictions

Aspirations concealing the way to salvation

My flesh spawns an illusion, called "hope"

An anchor cast into existence

It keeps me alive, forces me to survive

Saves me from drifting away into the light