I was walking in delirium late at night

The roads were lifeless and in deep sadness

The houses possessed by hollowness of the deep

Few souls walking, some cars passing me by

I have seen my shadow timid and melancholic

An outcry burst into tears yesterday

I felt nimbleness in the air touching my skin

The vast gloom of sky opens up

On distant lands I heard a yearn and screams

The call of the wild as jack London coined

My spirit is tormented and lost in endless sorrows

Something seized my heart oh it’s the blowing winds