The forces of time tighten the hand of sanity The mind resists the ideas I want to defend What will be the cost? I want to find the middle ground where to stop Demands rush to arrive Everything has a limit How far will it go? Commitment, fear, pacts, and uncertainty Give or take a few words I don’t know if this is the path I want to follow But I also don’t know which would be the right one Confused, I prefer not to think Sadness visits me from time to time Making a grimace of winning I ask it: Where to begin? Silence annihilates me Demands run through my mind I start to tremble And I wonder: When is the time to escape?