I see a sky so grey,
starting another sad day,
the vision of a never ending epitome,
a story of titans facing a forsaken gnome.

The wheel is turning
while my soul is burning,
the game of life is on,
initiated by the first dawn.

My mind is astray,
the feelings are at fray,
peace will come late,
will this be my fate?

This cannot be true,
life must have another hue;
we must fight, not wait for an illusory luck,
this is not a choice, it's being man or duck!

NC - 03/04/2000