Still conscious without direction
The images of my passage here
All strength that remains in body and mind
Extracts the meaning of life

Like trees in the winter
My leafs fall and flowers die
But the essence of that growth
Sprouts from the seeds

The real man rethinks his last mission
Mother Nature claims for her seeds
Not before this mission ends
I' ll be back to this fake reality

I' m not my sustained concepts
Not even feelings of pain
I' m thoughts which travel from life to life
And confront the death

The evolution of my identity
Guided by the seeds of my soul
Like the awakening of my dreams
To the beginning again go