I sit up, surrounded by oceans of lime green grass.
Looking to my left
Looking to my right
… There is no need to turn back, for all that lies there is my past
A lady bug hangs onto a stray eye-lash
I fear to close my eyes in case it may die
So I keep my eyes wide
Awake to the point I could have been a spirit, for I was sure I had died.
Before my eyes I see her transform into a beautiful firefly, that is busy looking for swarm
I chase this bit of light with all my might
razor-sharp blades cut at my ankles
But I did not lose the light and for that I am thankful
And yet, the more I follow, the more the world becomes a fright
Then over the cliff, my dear light goes, my precious light…
Do I stay or do i go?
I ask myself this question
And yet head down I go, into the darkness
Where I seem to have lost my light.