A light haze above my head
A glance from distant friends
Out I am....
...Out from the life I am in...
...Out I am from the distractions and shouts
Out and into my second life, the second me, the dark me.
The breeze against my face could never feel go good
The leaves brush against my body.

Sitting on the bridge
Reflections from the buses
Unknown looks
The breeze can never feel so good
....It ends with a jump.