Thunder

A thunder of the stars,

that is what I believe in,

the motor of my lonely nights,

in this wild times.

Enclosing me,

in it's chaos,

I brame to be culled for rest,

while everything falls around.

The world is cold,

and so became my soul,

striving to get up and fall,

for not listening in itself,

but listening at the old one;

fading, the pure,

embracing the easy,

this is what I've been,

this is where I fell lost.

And even today,

I will have to work back,

to regain me,

my own legacy,

to day dream,

once more.