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