Why are you
Sep 25/ Y2K+2
For a few month ago
When you rode on a white horse
Had you had an amount of a better drive in
Nowadays you do grow
And you have no choice
Why are you? Why do you keep surviving
Again. Within minimum range
Of the greatest pain at the Elefant bone
Undestructable evil tower
You do play with thoughts of a Golden age
And do make'em to leave you again alone
With a tears of a Hollow flower.
Why are you? Why are you
Staying home when the leafs got yellow
All. What you loved is dead.
Or have burned, and nothing is true
No one can to predict the deep in a shallow
Grave, but you hope that not all is bad.