I traverse the path, groping in darkness,
In search of salvation;
I lose my way now and then;
My head bumps against the stony walls;
I return to the prison
Where all sense is lost.

I want sunlight and the open sky,
I want the touch of affection of the wind,
I want to travel from galaxy to galaxy,
But I lose my way and am compelled
To return to my dark cell of vanity.

So the beauty of the life remains unseen,
The sky remains unknown,
The sunligh and the smell of the wind
Remain beyond reach,
I am sorrounded by endless darkness
Of futile vanity.