Frozen In Time

As history unravels in front of my eyes, hurling truths through an intermediary, I try to see the picture clearly. The seer had seen the turbid future long before it came to a dead end. Who am I then to try to amend the ancient rules? „My child“, she says, „It started long before you could even imagine to be part of it“. But now I'm on the edge of that world – Different time, same place... And I see her face, washed-out, the bridge, the urge to drown the fears. And mine, which is floating In her tears. different person, same fate. „For you“, says the distant voice, „It isn't late“. But how can I ever forget that image, frozen in time. Burried in mind. Her face, the bridge, fears floating in the air. Her hands pulling me towards the past, telling me not to fight.