The landscape is white, as is every cloud
Ghostly, covered figures move in a shroud.

So quietly, so quietly- there is no sound!
Ah, where is my lyre? It must be around.

Shadows running now here- where do they go?
Fleeing from the hazy Future's longbow!

Teeming, yet colourless, fogged cold mirrors
In my mind- & all night, shivers, shivers.

All i see now is rain slow drizzle, drizzle
All things are now becoming invisible.

Where is the sky? Show it to me again!
Is that the sky? Is it red, or just plain?

What is that shape in the darkness out there?
Why is it so still? Why is there no air?

Nothing moves! Nothing moves! But just my thoughts
Ah, what a strange land! I am all in knots...