first i thought they didn't like me,
so furious , so rough, so wild,
can kill me with her look,
tears me with her beauty.

sometimes red, most of all green.
can make me look amazed.
and boil from the inside,
like no one have felt or seen.

they're standing in lines,
and while the wind make them wave,
im staring, and realise,
that the shadow must be our conclusion.

gives me a sort of energy,
a eternal source,
make me go further and further,
a ever lasting force.

i am going too far,
these words could not reach my eliminated mind.
and now they're finally there..
its too late