Rescue

The evening of my life has come, soon the night will follow.
There is nothing left to do here so I will jump off.
I always enjoyed the summer… the heaven and the spirit.
But now it’s winter and I’m returning back to life.

The night has come you can’t stop me.
There is nothing more to be done
Autumn has come… soon winter will follow…
the circle is round… the cross not to be found.
Reality lost and lonely, misty.

What else is there to be done…
when everything has been done before…
when every path has been trodded before…
when behind every hill the grass isn’t greener anymore.

Dear Father, Dear Mother, Don’t take it on the darkest side.