Holiday Interrupted
Holiday at the hills
Or maybe on the countryside
What really matters,
Is to be some miles from disturb issues of a mind
From the window, the lake stood still
Inside the room, by the fire side
Sitting on the grandpa’s armchair
A man asks himself, why should not pull the trigger?
As he did it, his soul felt a relief
By the stereo, Miles “All Blues” solo keeps playing
Woods keeps burning
The lake, keeps glistening the moon above
While the poor and coward young fella
Trade his holiday for a one way ticket to Limbo
Where nowadays is being almost overpopulated.
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