The constant traffic
In an infinite thunder
Never ceasing soul
If you could relive
Because of one sole regret
Is it worth the time?
A glassy painting
Perfectly smooth and perfect
Yet showing nothing
A breath of cold air
The world disappearing fast
Piercing the white sky
Silent peaceful night
By the camp fire’s warm glow
Blanket of soft chirps
There is no limit
The ceiling has been broken
The masquerade gone
A whisper, a breeze
A gust, a blast, a wild wail
Then complete silence