Turbines of endless shuffle in the mind,
Windows of open spirit burnt down,
I see a life surrounded by the hard strengthen chains,
Look and observes,
As the turbines shuffle in the mind of mine.
Yet I see my body lieing in the morsel of end.
Yet i tremble in shifts of the charcoal time
Yet i stand amidst the turbines that shuffle in my mind,
Yet I be stand admist what else is.