Falling leaves give a premonition of coming winter
The walk upon the withered ground opens his mind
And the breeze tries to wing his spirit

He stares blankly at the screen
He stares at the black hole of misery
He stares blankly at his life

Something‘s wrong, time flies
Nothing changes
The emptiness of the fragile existence
Knocks on his door
His thoughts revel in chaos
Umpteen frames per second
The earth collides and he engulfs
In self-piteous and bitter grief

The summer sleepy grass bends in the wind
And the hills welcome the autumn equinox
The gathering clouds overgrow the sublime scenery

His woolly thoughts mirror his restless heart
And this abstruse world threatens his inner stallion
Yet still he stares at the black hole of misery

Some rays of the sun tint the treetops into gold
A swarm of birds prepares to go down south
It strikes a chord but he can‘t reflect the sound

He welcomes the intruder once more
His bottled up hatred towards the plastic society
Shatters his overworked soul again
While his harassed life melts away
He tries to staunch the flood of thoughts
But wave by wave breaks into his head
More whitecaps loom at the horizon

He stares blankly at the screen
He stares at the black hole of misery
He stares blankly at his life
A storm surge disaster

War hate sports bang economy work bucks
Weather stars fuck burn profit die ruin earn
Disease gun shot stocks sell sex high techs
Politics lie chicks comedy poverty death

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