Oogliete

Sitting here alone, tired and wet,
Stuck inside this oogliete.
Wondering when my knight will appear,
Wondering what is shinning up there.
Wondering when the forces will meet,
to combine all power in a gracious defeat.
Here is a smile, here is a glare.
A glare of happiness and stars a flare.

Now may I be released, before my soul's darkness increase.
I wish for the sun and rain, to release me
from all that insane.
I wish I may, I wish I might. I will take back my life in spite.
I am released. I will not cease.
I live in step, out of the oogliete.