No matter what, I lost no hope yet
like a fish swimming against the net
absorbing everything around me
then moving on, even without thee.

Destruction lies around the shore
like a fantasy medieval lore.

Our photos in small pieces I tore
apart. Apparently in front of the front door
of your apartment so suddenly
for no specific reason apparently.

Forgetting everything we once had
for getting over times that felt bad
I tried so hard with writing coping
now I have to try some island hopping.

Isolation from the city crowd.
Installation of music so loud.

I hear no advice rather than mine.
It's time to let go and let myself shine.