la vida termina

Waking up

Happiness is on the tip of your eyelid
But you close your eyes and let it role away
Down across the steep of your face
And over the round of your body
Can’t you hear?
Raindrops are playing a melody from above
Quietly, friendly
Here, even rain falls with love
But the greyness has coloured over the red
In your story
And now you don’t see, nor hear
You just fear
Try to lose your self
In the smell of the morning coffee
Break the spell of the worlds imposed on you
And fly, fly, fly
With the raindrops on your bare skin
Don’t allow the cold and the wet to take you in
Be in this dream of life
And in this life of dreams
And then fall, fall, fall
Like the rain over the lonely streets