The rushing sound of the wind,
As it flows over the scheduled rush,
The crowd pushes, pulls and squashes,
Within the screech of time.
An endless track, monotonous to the horizon,
Cold steel scraped bare,
Holding the life, sparking with responsibility.
Deep blue, covered with lines,
You are there for us,
Holding us like a mother and child,
Stains cover your coated skin,
Showing the wrinkles of age.
Rain has abused you, scratches engrave your life,
Dark dots caress your corners,
An empty space where the heart lay,
Only you hold the key to freedom
I think of you,
And I think of them,
Of her and of him,
Of the end and of the beginning.
Time stands frozen,
Tears shape the face.
I have fallen from my grace,
Living forever in the shadows.
I think of you,
I think of them.
I think of me...
And i cry