"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, 

And I have followed the source of rivers towards their 

Source or plunged into forests, always making for other 

Cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and 

I could never turn back any more than a record can spin 

In reverse. And all that was leading me where ? 

To this very moment..." 

[Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"]



I sink below the waves 

Is this what I've been looking for ? 

It seems 

I've found someone to die for 

Someone to lie for... 



I've drunk my fill of misery 

It's time to move on 

Restless and forgiving 

It will lead me to the Grave 



Let's leave for other worlds 

Leave the future behind 

Here...my will has been spent 

Let us depart 

Before the night steals upon us 

The Wretchedness of another day 



"The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, 

Can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new 

Departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? 

To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has 

Been spent..."