Vultures are constantly circling,   awaiting the eventual fall.   - My last fall.   The hot sun shows no mercy and takes my strength away.   It takes my strength away.   I raise my hand to shield my eyes from the blazing sun.   I'm looking out for my destination, I've almost forgotten.   I fall face-first into the sand.   I wake up a couple hours later.   I decide to continue onward.      One try, two tries -   Finally I reached this place,   I searched for long. I suffered and I survived.   Sleepiness arose inside. I felt a great relief.   One try, two tries -   My search was my belief.      Thank you God for allowing me to reach this beautiful place.   This is nirvana. I exhaled.   Thank you God for allowing me to reach this beautiful place.   This wasteland was a stage on which a drama is being played.      No wishes, no needs anymore.   No wishes, no needs anymore.