Besedila: Estrange. A Beginning. Brittle Thread.

I breathe in deeply
And the air suffuses my lungs
Fills me with life I never asked for
The stillborn got away so easily
A stupid thought but that's how it feels

All I need waits by the horizon
I try to reach it over and over again
The despair keeps on eating me
Whispering "It's all in vain"

I'm so old chained to fear
Without any hope
Still I don't know who I am
My life is that brittle thread
Everything is so insecure

Where will I find
Someone to care for this?
This failure personified in me
And when will I do what I know is right?
When will a change come into sight?