Waiting without pausing for breath With wasteland deep inside Dust that can’t be washed away By merely sounds of rain Every single droplet Seems so tangible Hope can be a quicksand Or salvation from a fall As tears are falling Rain is a bridge to relief As you beg for this moment Which always comes too late Born for ground, not for water Meant for living, not for thinking
When changing ground for water, We will drown one day And only wolves will guard our coffins Among thorny, desert myrtles Where world is not ending And hell’s not beginning
We often feel like caught somewhere in between: in our emotional life or when reflecting on human existence. Lasting in a deadlock, always on the border and never on one of the sides, we wait for a change. Furthermore the torpor caused by our indifference, fear, anxiety as well as by lack of courage and endless waiting overtakes us. We should realize that acting numb is just surviving, not living. There must be something to push us out of this impasse. Are we alive or just breathing?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
