Gone for Good

Strange warnings,

Triumphantly waving a little scrap,

Taking a deep breath dived into the scum;

Rushing back and forth these clouds were full of human beings;

Made me think of a thing like that...

But a figure of speech is a shifty thing so it can be twisted or it can be straight...

Waiting for someone...

A blind man's blindness must twice as wretched then;

Otherwise the whole point would be lost and the hour is already late;

Out of breath from their running and who were covered in dust?

Jealousy and awe...

More to you than meets the blinking eye;

Missing a wall on;

Excitement and fear see that at the rear...

So do we need to go so blinking fast?

Maybe its so sad and maybe no;

They all suffer from it but they will not admit;

Swinging around,

Worrying way now that their perspiration had finished turning the dust that covered 'em to mud, begin to complain...

And it is we ourselves who will be thrown;

Too late already it is far behind, I did it again and it will be my fault this time too...

Everyone had fallen, a scared and frozen silence;

The feeling that they were floating on a sea of that a wave of was lifting them up, I'll be gone for good...