The south winds blow to the west
hoping to find that what man has yet to destroy,
what if by following a certain path
the impossible occurs
and no one is there to witness.
Even nature has learnt how to share,
sun will heat the oceans and seas
taking little of the waters
and put it back in form of rain.
There is a call
and it only rings during the nights,
I hear it,
but not once have I ever answered.
Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn’t,
afraid death has my number.