21.11.2021
Smoke
The door, closedLooking out the window
Lips, red
Hair, grey
A small tear
While remembering you
A big smile
Happiness
I will be wrong
But everything’s changed
The future of now isn’t what it used to be
I’m changeable, maybe hot-headed
Cold and warm at the same time
Like smoke in the air
I go flying in the night
In a long dance
Licking the wind
If life is like this
I’ll take it the way it always is
If life is like this
I’ll have to always push forward
I’m changeable, maybe hot-headed
White and black at the same time