Now I know how it feels to be mortal,

To have your dearest thought frozen,

Locked away inside a timeless prison,

Protected from the futile present.

Now I want to be the same thought,

To leave emptiness behind, to be such.

Where there are no worries and no wars,

 Just silent breeze on fields of nowhere.

I know death because I was born.

I feel what was before me, what follows.

The nothing in between is my creation.

It is my only hope, my highest cost.

I want the impossible with the real,

What I could never have or imagine,

The one to trade for myself and lose all,

The thought I already put away in a box.