The wind takes its cold and leaves
And the trees wave it goodbye
The sun shines just a little more
Before the clouds patch its light
The world...
It's been tiring lately,
I do not wish to exist,
I wish to live,
I do not wish to make day to night
And night to day,
I do not wish to feel every passing second,
I do not want to write broken poetry,
But that's all that comes to me right now,
I do not wish to merely exist
I wish to live.
I am waiting for my youthful ardour to arrive, albeit there is nothing for it to see.