Caravan

The world around us is already running out. We feel it in the air shyly, After all, lies the caravan already on the loose, And a terrible pain somewhere howls wistfully. People will fill in the gaps everywhere, And proudly bear the seal of loneliness. Lucky caravan us lies in the dark, How long will the prophecy last? Prophets are welcome on our planet They broadcast everything with their mouths. We should not believe them, they are not responsible For what people will do later. The call in the shower no longer touches, Only initiates see clearly, That the caravan incites enmity, Lies and deception are his fuel. That caravan goes about unknown, Our worries will sing and lull us to sleep Will include a record of false melodies And yet it will deceive a sensitive heart.