The Line Of Black Cars

The wind plays sweet elegies
While seasons assimilate
Strikes a gust of fatalism in the broad daylight
And it comes across my skin
It hardens my heart to let it in
We slammed the doors to childhood echoing

In the sleet we pass the line of black cars
Forgotten that we lived today
Erased chapter in history
Garlands in the line of black cars

Window view to the world we see
Disposal site or a cemetery
It’s a silly dream we are awaken to this world from
Yet it’s adversary
Endlessly flogging ourselves to sleep
The unsung wailing in our arteries

And slowly roams the line of black cars
The fire in our hearts could flare
But it’s a chance of rain today
Stand solemn by the line of black cars

And if this world would cease
It’s clockwork could never revive
Would we borrow time from eternity?

The line of black cars roams endlessly
The line of black cars roams desperately