Now I can see my shadow in a dark room; it seems what is behind me is darker than ever ‎And my vision has lost all sense of light. ‎Yet I long to reach out once more for the things that are precious, ‎that for once I may cling to a dream that never ends. ‎Compelling me to know the intent of the labourer if not only to reap. ‎One more time, as my last breath allow me to look beyond the dreary veil, ‎To search for a hue that never fades, to behold what is worthwhile. ‎To seek and for once, to find. ‎To run and sweat and rest at last.