Fall Season

 

We are losers my friend

Like a torture when it’s blind

Like a bird when it loses the wings

Like a road when achieve the end

Put whole your tablets back

It is long time since we committed the suicide

We are visible and think we hide

We live on each other destruction.. simply we don’t mind

When you see the existence game think about us and remind

The suicide has been committed since the blinds lost the guide

I see a yellow leaf waiting for autumn

Alas, there is no need of waiting a fall season

Neither for blossom