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What you are Is not what you are becoming There is a gap Filled with the present Which is a fog Of unthinkable uncertainty Consuming your mind You walk through time The road is jammed With memories Leading to a past Blurring the future You move with caution Avoiding a wrong step It’s a forest You cannot cross Do you need to? Is somebody waiting there? Perhaps he stumbles too In the bed of autumn leaves Life can be so distant Like the moon in the sky It’s frightening To wait for so long And never arrive Where your kiss is needed Your soul burns Its ashes reach him In Heaven To which you both belong That’s what we all become While waiting