Clear is the sky that develops into rain

Clear is the sky that develops into rain
And cold could kill people and dreams
Water is deep, I am not the one to breathe
It is the lake that births me, and once will eat me

My mind is just a storage of thoughts
but how, oh lord, I would want!
to be filled with autumn leaves
with taste of blood and soil

I am so… detached from you, (#of you, detached)
not in a good way, I got myself orphaned,
Maybe it is the virus of fear
Maybe it is the sickness of this time

Nevertheless, I long for drops of water on my hair
For them to run down from my eyes
for my barefoot feet to feel the Earth