The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I see giant peaks clustered together,
Like fingers of a beast
Trapped under the earth for ages,
Slowly rising...
To grab the brim and pull itself out
To see the very world that had buried him;
The very world he should crush beneath his feet.
He sees the fish
And thinks they're drowning,
He sees the worms
And wonder why they bury themselves in the earth.
Will the fish ever walk?
Will the worms ever be free...
He grabs the brim and pulls himself out
To see the very world that had buried him;
The very world he should crush beneath his feet...
And he chooses not to crush it...
For one beast's prison is another beast's lair..
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