I fade into the mists before my eyes,
I lose myself in the myths of my head.
I soar on and on, almost making it to the sun,
I keep going on to the point of no return,
to the place where amends mean no changes no more.

I witness the flight of the eagles,
in their home among the clouds beyond the glare of men.
As they swiftly swoon through the blue skies,
I rebuild my castles here below,
in the east, away from all the vagaries of a past,
closer to the sun, hoping that the light shall forever last.