The clock’s struck midnight yet again
And we start counting one more time…
The 1st of January, a new day,
While fireworks paint the night sky.
It’s 2020… The hourglass
Keeps pouring heavy, golden sand
Onto our beings, night and day,
Little by little, grain by grain…
Until we’ll have to bid farewell,
Let’s just enjoy the present day…
– Patricia
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
They all come and they all go
And I wait here in the shadows,
Wondering when I’ll get home.
They all pass me by but never
Truly look inside to see
If the smile shown in my window
Has any trace of sincerity.
Passers-by and, sadly, strangers:
That’s what they are all to me.
They can hold my hand but never
Can they give me warmth to feel.
So, spring comes and so does summer,
Autumn, winter—all the same.
And I wait here in the shadows,
Wondering where they all went…
– Patricia
On a starry night, the stranger
Travelled through the sleeping land.
People, cattle—all forever
Seemed forgotten, in a trance.
He had come to Earth to venture
In the darkest of the nights,
Seeking something—an adventure?
No, his quest was more than that.
He had come from times of future
To fix something in the past.
His mistake? Or someone else’s?
Maybe both. And make peace last.
Following the constellations,
Which showed him the sacred path,
He was but a lonesome shadow,
Silhouette of clay and dust.
He rode quickly through the valleys—
Sunlight was his nemesis.
Time was passing, every second
Proved to be his enemy.
No one knew the thoughts he carried,
No one saw his inner fight,
Nor what he would have to battle
Soon enough: soldiers of dark.
Knowing future, past and present,
Change was his ultimate wish.
Inner strength, determination:
He would never know defeat.
He rode quickly—stars shone brightly,
Leading him towards his fate.
He would fight and end the nightmare,
Before dawn would be his death.
– Patricia
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