The Roar dies down. I walk out onto the stage.
Leaning to the door frame,
I catch in a distant echo,
What's happening in my world.

On me is focused the darkness of night
Like a thousand binoculars on an axis.
If it's only possible, Abba Father,
Let this cup pass from me.

I love your stubborn plan
and agree to play this role.
But now another drama is unfolding,
And just this once, let me go.

But the order of the acts is all thought out
and the end of the path cannot be changed.
I am alone, everything's drowning in phariseeism.
Living through life- is not a walk in the park