The final frontier,
lies just beyond that locked door.
My efforts have been in vain?
Wasn't the key hardwork?

But yet, how much further do i want to travel?
Going all the way,
do i have what it takes?
There can only be enough room for one.

If you are blind.
Then i can only push myself to you.
And breathe into your face.

The time is ticking.
That barren wasteland,
my platform.
Is increasingly growing smaller.

Shoot for the moon.
Because even if you miss
You will be among the stars.

You leave me no choice.
The firstlings of my heart
will be the firstlings of my hand.

No more barriers.
No more shields.
No more masks.

Although the countdown has begun.
I have never been so clear-headed.
I will take that cup of poison.
And fill my stomach to the brim.