I watch seconds disappear;
Clouds are racing each other,
Trying to reach the unbeatable time.
Atrocious memories mix with
The last bits of happiness I could count.
I cannot grow wings anymore,
And I just sit there under a pine tree,
Watching everyone else fly by.
They move towards their own destruction,
And I just wait for it to come.
No sense in running to face it.
I will patiently wait for the end
Sitting under a pine tree,