Who feels the distance of the latest year
Already on the eve of yesterday
Increasing light of silver creates fear
Unless there is some money left to pay
There is no snow but terror in the streets
When smoke and dust sink slowly in their eyes
Wake up, my friend, those are just stomping beats
From hearts that generate collective sighs
It’s just a day but still there is no hope
That common sense might grow with reason
Instead their minds are falling from a slope
While down there with a smirk is lurking treason
        For every tear drop that creates a sea
        There is a view into eternity.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2025