I've been wondering.
Surrounded by walls an people. In the middle of fumes and noise.
A Cold breeze under Heavens grey.
Filthy streets and boken dreams. Distant feelings and rarity of air
Cities, the human rearing in a death-struggle against nature.
I'm someone who lives in such a city, crowded with people and fume.
It feels like air went rare, and i am lost alone.
It's cold and white, but i can't afford to stop right here.
I know that it's hard to wait on something
that you know might never happen,
but it's even harder to give up when you know
it's everything you want. Right?