Calling out, your echo fades
You've no more moves to play
Through the dark you lose your way
Things must change

Clinging tightly
Grounds are shifting

Closer now, but out of range
To reach the final days
Though you brake, the pace remains
Things must change

Lie still
Be free
Cease all
Wandering
Fall fast
From me
Knowing
You've seen

All the watercolours
Turning grey