Luckily, summer is about to end
I feel significantly better now that rain has begun to fall, mist covers the distant hills and everything is much calmer. So am I.
Isn't it strange how people got lonelier than ever? We have social media. People have hundreds or thousands of "friends" worldwide, but hardly anyone to talk to.
Also, I personally feel the others - mostly - have already moved on. Most of them have some life that I cannot really relate to. Unsure if they are happy with their lives or they barely endure it - maybe enduring demands so much of their energies that they don't really have the resources to do anything else?
"The ashes drift away,
smoke of our confusion,
turn our frightened faces to each other -
say goodbye.
Waited for the sign,
waited for the moment,
waited for the miracle to arrive -
I guess they lied!
Look at your future!
Look at your burning sky!
The others - they have gone,
who wants to live forever
with nothing left to hold on
to the past that we once knew?
We believed in Heaven,
we believed in angels
with arms of purest white
to hold us, catch us
when we fall -
look at your future!
Take a look at your burning sky!
Now it's Omega Zero Day
The Red Star shines its last rays
The Sun that gave us life yesterday
is now the Sun that takes our lives away...."
I'm very thankful for Bruce Dickinson singing it so poetically.
Isn't it strange how people got lonelier than ever? We have social media. People have hundreds or thousands of "friends" worldwide, but hardly anyone to talk to.
Also, I personally feel the others - mostly - have already moved on. Most of them have some life that I cannot really relate to. Unsure if they are happy with their lives or they barely endure it - maybe enduring demands so much of their energies that they don't really have the resources to do anything else?
"The ashes drift away,
smoke of our confusion,
turn our frightened faces to each other -
say goodbye.
Waited for the sign,
waited for the moment,
waited for the miracle to arrive -
I guess they lied!
Look at your future!
Look at your burning sky!
The others - they have gone,
who wants to live forever
with nothing left to hold on
to the past that we once knew?
We believed in Heaven,
we believed in angels
with arms of purest white
to hold us, catch us
when we fall -
look at your future!
Take a look at your burning sky!
Now it's Omega Zero Day
The Red Star shines its last rays
The Sun that gave us life yesterday
is now the Sun that takes our lives away...."
I'm very thankful for Bruce Dickinson singing it so poetically.