Maybe it's time to rest a while,
to take a breath and stop the running.
Maybe we walk another mile
before the dark is rushing in.
Maybe we've missed another sign
since we have passed the latest crossing.
Maybe we wasted too much time
the life's hard work all gone for nothing.
Maybe we finally reach this place
where nothing matters.
And maybe you'll still be waiting here.
I don't know how we've changed so fast.
Lately we look up to the sky.
Maybe it's blue —
or overcast.
… in a world where nothing matters.