Thoughts flooding your head
And asking questions you’ll never be able to answer
Listening to mythical music
And thinking of all the people fighting right now
Suffering, feels, people
Down like a weak flower
That needs water again
And somehow everything I think is not good enough
Why, I ask, turning in circles
A blue dress of silk, flying
The sun, shining
On my head
It’s warm
Where is the world? Is it okay?
I shut myself out of it, in this glass house, on this lawn
And when I open the door, comets come falling down the sky, 
Letting everything burn, 
High flames, devouring everything I’ve known
My hand touches the burnt trees
It’s goodbye