walking through the fire with my paper soul

I saw a rare tree burning up in the skies, purple clouds

grey and blue and white tears raining upon us

I saw the cold deserts and the water on fire,

many years have gone by

before the storm we were pirates

and played songs from another time

decades of decay as I previously said

blindness is all there is left

and then we waited for eight more minutes

and then we danced the last dance

with sadness in our eyes, broken spirits

my brown eyes vanished somehow

flashlights and thunders

teared the horizon apart

then I stood up, there was a hole in the sky

and I walked through the darkness with my fake leather boots

and I walked through the water with my fake leather boots

and I walked through the forest with my fake leather boots

and I saw the red mountains

and the big sun hanging from my forehead

and I heard stories echo from cardboard walls

and the new concrete fell on my shoulders

and I walked through the red mountains with my fake leather boots

and I walked through the desert with my fake leather boots

and I walked through the fire with my paper soul

my paper soul my paper soul my paper soul

and our spirits

they burn

and burn

and burn

and burn

within nothingness

Fauze Hassen

23°31'09.7"S 46°45'11.8"W

28/07/19