All alone, I was left all alone.
Facing myself, the darkness of the inner circle.
There, I found every single person I know.
Faces covered, with moving lips, yet only one voice was outstanding.
Who's talking to me?
Am I master playing the whole scene?
Has my imagination become that rude?
Am I made to torture myself?
Here, it's dark, it's cold. The wind blows from all sides. This is insane!
Do those people have the answers?
I asked the chaotic crowd where I am, they said: It is You!
I lit up the candle in the middle. Only black and white ...