Clock slowly moves its hands around,
I often try to look elsewhere,
The night ends soon, sun is abound,
This thought I really cannot bear

The future filled by emptiness,
as always, yet so different,
out of the floor creeps loneliness,
stops being caught in the moment

I grasp the air but nothing's there,
I look around, but still can't see,
old life must be somewhere out there,
just please, god, bring it back to me

Clock slowly moves its hands around,
my eyes stare how they fly so fast,
I drift away, with nothing found,
to stop my longing for the past

A thin and measly twig protrudes,
straight of the plane of gray vastness,
cracks slowly creep and spread around,
herald the time of happiness

When clouds of smoke and dust arise,
and nearly nothing can be seen,
the twig fights hard it doesn't budge,
it knows what weakness means for him

He saw his kin give up and die,
one day the green is here and lives,
the next, gray takes the charge again,
it's hard when anybody leaves

The twig got smashed, had little sun,
It's leaves were bit, it's roots had rot,
but soul of green still brighly lit,
will show the gray what strength he's got

You open eyes,
slowly,

You look around,
sharply,

But you cannot
find it

Imagine it,
clearly

How does it look,
to you?

Does it feel warm,
cozy?

Or is it cold,
scary?

Or gray, empty,
unchanged?

Take a few steps,
towards

Or maybe you,
shouldn't

You don't want to
spoil it

And so the story begins,
without a faintest of sound,
hidden between the trees,
waiting just to be found

Its letters sprout out and grow,
from pages of soil and rot,
together words they form,
that bloom led by sun's plot

And when the time is just right,
sentences are born of bloom,
they bring inside a flesh
of meaning to consume

Now bite deep inside the fruit,
absorb the story in whole
you'll be left with a seed,
to plant in other's soul

Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk,
the wheels of steel,
familiar sound,
that makes me heal.

Trees quickly flow,
outside the glass,
and with them too,
my past shall pass.

I leave my home,
to silent plants,
watered by ghosts,
time to make plans.

I'll change myself,
I'll find my way,
I'll meet someone,
or so I pray

Tuk-tuk, tuk-pssh,
train stops, I'm here,
new, happy life
is surely near

In queue behind,
waits pasenger,
strangely see-through,
while plants wither