My head was lost in the woods
In the thickets, in the depths of the seas.

I left my heart behind,
My soul was buried in the sand dunes.

I was breathing but hardly alive,
My shadow following me.

I now walk on the ashes of a lost pursuit,
The tipping point is reached,

My spirit returns.

What next, what now, well does it matter still
If anyone wants to hear

a songbird with no song.