Smelling Hell Too Soon

Walking around places
Looking for spaces
Trying to loose laces
But the mood changes —

Spiders hanging from the rooftop
Enjoying the dust in the corner
The bright sun against the rainbow —

From the distance drifting
This one colourful saloon lifting
The mood again —

But the night falls in sooner than thought
In front of the final court —

One laughter and a tear
On his cheek and in his eyes his lasting fear
That everything could be different:

If he had walked his places wrong
But if he stayed strong
Different wouldn’t have been that bad.