I dreamed a dream

Still young is the night of nothing

Still the thought lives as a shadow behind what is.

As the sky it clears and not.

I want it to be gone and yet it is still.

I don't want you. Yet you still are.

And everywhere I look, I hear of running.

I will run. As furder as I can. You can reach me if you'd want to.

I'm not here.