My soul is said to fly every night,
When I sleep it leaves me,
Astonishingly, I remain alive.
I dream of falling.
Of falling for a very long time.
And sometimes of running,
Toward the sunlight,
But my eyes can’t open.
I keep running like this on the track.
My eyes cry and I am like blind.

Sometimes, I can’t sleep.
Does it mean that my soul can’t fly?
Banned or punished?
Something like this?
It can not attend the meeting of souls held above?
And what of when I am alone, and I start doubting?
Why do I doubt about something I’ve cleared once for always?
Am I The Blind, The Deaf, The Dumb? I fear.