• i stood there
    in my dark coat
    my black hair

    the sky was gray
    that bench was blue
    that was on that day

    my umbrella had flown
    it eloped with the wind
    what a pity it left me alone

    i stood beside the grass
    cold, lonely on the concrete
    i played with a token of brass

    there was a noise
    a engine i think
    or a kid with expensive toys

    i turned my head
    and saw something
    neither living nor dead

    car lights nice and bright
    comgin towards me
    i didnt run nor fight

    i didnt scream
    it felt. . .
    like a dream