There’s something wrong with this vision.   My eyes are blurred.   There’s a tunnel ahead now.   I don’t know if I’ll return.      Hands on my face.   I’m moving on.   I’m tired of indecision.   Please let me go.      What have you got left now?   Is there something undone?   One last test before you go now.   One more word and you’ll return.      I’m not leaving here.   You’re my sweet angel.   I don’t need another vision.   My life starts here.