There's this call of freedom
Surrounding you,
Like the wind blowing around,
Whipping your clothes on.

You're like a stallion
Running in the breeze,
No master, no chief.

An air of power
Fulling your lungs,
You keep your course,
Dreaming on

We are weird creatures,
Made to stumble in our own feet.
Struggling to stay in our own path,
We float on dreams that will never be realised…

We **** each other and love each other.
We hope to feel something real,
And yet we hide our true feelings
Like the weird creatures we are.

Fiery colors above our heads,

Long figures dancing around,

Flowing and draped in reds

With ornaments and crowns.

Nature's Kings and Queens.

Autumn in all it's splendor.

Some spectacular scenes,

Burning fast like ember.