When I convicted suicide…I fell behind the death.
I forgot the way to exit…I forgot about me.

In the struggle of knowing again…never waited the time.
I am forced to exist…awaiting the exit.

Future looks anonymous…present passes its pace.
Struggle to know the unknown… brings the hope and faith.

Dreamt since the sense of the events…subduing the world.
Witnessed the failures and successes…tried to pretend different.

During the end or sudden…leaping towards the time.
With no distinction among others…happens the ultimate journey.