Bush Poem by Alexander Foald

These words are flying out
Without question, without hesitation
All means grow by the way they stand
So many views from one perspective

Climbing up the mountain
Trying to get a higher self-profile
Waiting on the top of a fragile success
Kind of thing men never realize much

Answer me please, somebody who created me
Why of all creatures in your head
I was the one who should carried the burden
When we all living in the same way?

I asked the white clouds hanging above
They just sneak out before I finish
I asked the lonesome people along the side of the streets
I got nothing but grumbles and spites they refer to me
I asked the men of all fears and braveries
They don't even know to whom they must answer
I asked the children of our last hopes
And they started to cry out their wounds and pains

Yesterday I promised myself in front of the mirror
That one day I’d pay for what I’ve got until now
I just wish that before the time has come
I can see how far I lived my life back there