The depression - a poem

I wanted to show you some pictures of structures I took in one day. But it slowly got different. I made a collage and wasn't quiet happy about the formation of the small pictures. So I did just one whole collage and snapped it out of word and put it on here.

The depression

There is so much time the young think

Use it, don't tell anyone and leave

run deeply, run fastly, run as quiet as you can

noone can and wants to stop you, it is just you

stop in the nowhere, feel the gras under your feet

the round stones between your little toes

every inch of your skin is living

the beat goes on, you are not dead

dead as water which is flooding the dark city

the feelings out of your heart you can't stop 

the same shit as last day is happening

just cry yourself a gray river

gray, your tears as they hit the ground

wind is blowing from the north to the south

it is so cold as if the winter is comming

you are tired and just fell asleep, it is summer

No, that is not going to happen again

you open your eyes and scream out loud

jump deeply, jump highly, jump quietly out of the bed

never stop, never stay on a point, you are alive

by BINEAZ