We leave when rain falls down on our dreams
When hope forgets to cancel out this fear
And finish what we’ve started as it seems
This life is always terminal, that’s clear
The railway station coming next I see
All cars go by, they’re coming from behind
Ideas moving forward, set me free
But holding still at night will make us blind
The highest tree or bridge might do the job
When someone jumps into oblivion
There’s just another suicide to rob
One life that travelled in delirium
        Emergency is what you call in need
        And still, when help is late, we won’t concede.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023
        © Gino Crescoli (image)