Feeling the owl again
resting my eyes in vain.
Feel the owl searching for me
and in this there is such a misery that I simply give up thinking,
feeling, believing.
Although this unbalanced death
there is always another day to confront.
And in this new day forces unknown to my contemplative moan
come to lift me up and get me through the day.
It's those forces that I choose to believe and count on.
This unknown forces that keep me living,
subscribing to these insane world of so many people,
so many souls!

Just me in the middle.