Waiting by a bridge A stranger to oneself Vision to follow Distance to endure] A stream one chose not to cross
Proceeding through waves of time Away from this moment Reduced from those to come As the rising day vanishes A day that will never be
Motionless on their journey Close by yet unreachable Divided to distance within oneself What once was present but now gone Once a strong shape a mere shadow
One by onе the lights suffocate To silencе the voices gravitate Gallantly proceeding The March of the Four
