Alone through windswept streets I stumble
a dried out husk of emptiness.
My world is naught but dust and ashes
and thus it´s always been I guess.

Though I recall a time so lovely,
when everything was new to me.
I beheld life in all its splendor;
I lived and laughed flamboyantly.

My youth was truly full of wonder;
I was a traveller of space,
who rode the mighty mounts of thunder,
and laughed my way to moms embrace.