It is almost 9 in the evening, I can see it is raining, I squint to confirm it
Or is it the wind I see directing the water drops falling?
time kinda does the same, one has to squint to see human action at its best
to forget leaves traces behind as well
it takes a season or a dead leaf to tell a story
being alive requires one to see all aspects of life
as I dust off the grime the hours and days and months accumulate
upon your sacred self one is but perplexed at morality
that judges one who yet still breathes
Ni cómo escarbar el pasado
así intente ahuyentar
La gravedad de mis propias acciones
Jag ber om ursäkt om jag
vågar stå här
eller lägga blommor på din grav
Se siente como que pisoteo
o trillo
algo que no debo
y a la misma vez
must honor thee
for I loved thee
for I loved thee
for I loved thee
and shall and I do now