At that point of limbo, it slows down.
Trying to look as far as it can, to judge, to know just a little bit more.
At that point of limbo, there is always a blinding storm,
And the only way ahead is to look inside.
At that point of limbo,
It closes its eyes, in a silent prayer.
Let it be different, let it be magical.
With a deep calm,
It embarks. One more time.