one day walking home alone, staring at the sky, i observed an approaching storm cloud. nature dressed in dark clothes, i heard the silence before the storm. the wind of change cooled down the air, trees shook their heads, giving me dangerous signal. old, dead, brown leaves trembled, fat rain drops were falling from darkness. thunderous lights arose over the sky making painful traces on the surroundings. the scenery looks frightening, the old trees are crying. new things are born, early systems dying! roots of past forms must be ripped away, it's the first step i don't really wanna take. my heart breaks down in this run, this is the price of change to come. hurts, it hurts, this kills my nerves, i will be the first, who gonna be burnt. |
