Following the Way to the Psychiatric Asylum

Walking in an obscure tunnel
 which seems to be never-ending
 I feel exhausted, step by step
 feeling that I'll never overcome
 As I walk, years after years
 I've not found an issue yet
 so I carry on with move forward
 with no hope of any end
 As a stairway which forever climbs
 I follow this tiring way
 during my walking, days after days
 I remember my own life
 But I feel so indifferent
 that I forget these sad thinks
 I carry on with move forward
 fallawing always the same way
 Sometimes I stop, to make a break
 to rest myself a moment
 after I've seen that I can't turn back
 and I take to my way again
 Slowly, hours after hours
 I'm walking step by step
 following my way
 and I wonder if this way has got an end...