• Holding cups made out of air
    Letting my mind free,
    Letting my movements flow.

    In an open meadow,
    I twist and turn
    With unlimited unstability.

    I try my best but I don't succeed.
    I get what I wanted but not what I need.
    I'm always so tired but I cannot sleep.

    The sun now sets beyond the horizon
    As I fall to the ground one last time,
    And rest from the day's sef-training.