A storm is coming

Ever since our first hello,

There’s something I desire to know.

I don’t want to be the prologue of a story that you’re telling

Every midnight, at a party. I want to be the happy ending.

Here I am, facing the possibility

Of losing everything that is precious.

You might say that it’s only irresponsibility

But I’m firmly convinced it’s egregious.

In the eye of the storm

I know you will lose control.

Then, we would travel through space and time

I will show you my territory, everything what’s mine.

You were just like the first sun beam on an early spring afternoon,

I just didn’t want to be happy, because I knew it would go away, just like a balloon.

So, before you ask me why I turned the page

Look me in the eyes and tell me what you see inside the cage?

Because there is a blizzard coming, I can feel it.

And I’m sure you don’t want to be near the eye of the storm

When it finally reaches its full potential. She won.

Szekér Imola XII. R