It was raining, again- it was normal and expected.
Thoughts were sailing through the rain, trying not to get wet, not to be stopped by the strong,wicked clouds.
It was the kind of night in which you try to gather all your loved ones around you, and you always seem to be missing someone.
You think long and you think hard, but you can't seem to find the missing link. You think, and hope, and think, and dream, and think - and, what happends next? How does it end? In order to know that, you have to follow my story through, to the end.
Through the clouds, there was a song, a sweet melody, like an ancient calling to the gods- low mummbeling, never heard, never seen, but dearing everyone to follow it. That was the only thing to be donne- to follow it- and so it happened- eyes and ears, souls and minds, walking, running, holding on to the song.
There was laughter and there was sorrow, all forgotten, but all waiting to come out, like water drifting from the clouds.
It was getting late, the storm was as strong as ever, and so was the determination of the ones following the song.
But who were those?
Could it have been the wind and its sweet sisters?
The petals of a rose? The eyes of a mother, hoping to find her long lost son? The soul of an ancient warrior, trying to find the rest he was looking for?
It could have been, and was all of that!
But beyond everything, there was pain, despair, lonelyness, sorrow and hope!
Each of them tried to find the lyrics to the song, and with every word they said, with every tear they cried, there was a new melody to be heard.
It was late- the storm had stopped, but only to gather its strength and begin where it had left off.
The story I'm telling is one with no end, as is the storm;the storm that carries the song with it, a song that has a different meaning to everyone, but the same title:
FREEDOM!
It's beeing chased by me, by you, and him and her, but we each use weapons, when all we need is us- just us!
It's late, and the rain has begun- it's time for me to
leave, to fall, and fall, like a raindrop drifting from the sky; the road is long and I am tired, but I still hear the song, although dust has covered me.
Chase your dreams, but remember the past, in order to find your future- chase the song and find new lyrics to it, as you go through life....you will disappear, but your song will travel with the storm, carried by the wind, drifting from the sky....