Chapter: change of time

Today the sky of the past shines
It's the wrong world
And what remains is loneliness
A drop in the sky

All the drops fell into the ocean
Only one person does not arrive
He got stuck in the clouds
And now listens to lovely angelic sounds

But he too will move at some point
Kneel in front of a beautiful siren
Will be the glitter in the unicorn's tail
Will evaporate with the morning frost

The moment is already in your mind
Of the seer, of the poor, old and sick
His look was so incredibly sad
A curse has always been his fate

Too many souls are lost
Too much suffering was born of it
Millions of crosses set in the green
As if the appreciations would not fade away

All of this will be forgotten one day
There is no need to guess a prophet
When will salvation come for us?
When the wood is taken from the grave?

But who tells us that forgetting calls for redemption?
Even if we did, we would probably not be freedBecause whoever forgets also has the agony
Nobody ever has a choice

Best of all, you see it as a blessing
What remains for the one
Don't think about it any longer
And sits contentedly in the bright room