I don't feed into you I feed myself I look gazing into space Closely watching the minutes Time wanders by I stroll many miles Over land and over the seas. The waves toss to and fro The clouds are grey Clothed with sadness Letting loose the fallen stars They drop one by one. The moon has gone to sleep She shines no more The sun sinks below the waters Light is no more Men groan Women wail. The trumpets sound. Seven scrolls are opened Many left to their own device's. The earth has become its own worst ememy. .