Frangible Lifestyles

Frangible Lifestyles

in this line of sand

leading away from the truth

i can read our future

even though it's emptier

than the hand you're holding out to me...

the deserted fields of our youth

once so full of hope

form the perfect context

for the howling wind

echoing in our empty hearts

this time the sky will stay grey

devoid of any sense of light

this time the birds will fall down

like a plague we considered to be merely mythical

our eyes won't find a place to rest

the metal machinery won't fuel our movements

as the cogs have started failing, one by one

we find ourself stuck in this desolate world

without any hope for a saviour

still we burn all the wood we can find, 

to create a fire of despair
our call for help...

but now our only concern left

is who will die first

and how to bury yourself

when there is no light

to guide your soul

-NT 2005