Summertime Depression

Oh how it feels cold, the shivers, the white light, the faces watching the ground Aimlessly walking to an empty goal which doesn't suffice anyone's safe and sound Running out of time, but it all goes backwards, nothing feels the same anymore The capture of sunset, the lack of moonlight, nothing feels right, all to the core Where is the wine which drenched all thirst, served knowledge and enhanced love? Why has it become as depressing and destructive as watching the death of a dove? What has a man become to violate the unseen bounds of what is above everything? When was the last time one felt so good, was amazed with joys of nothing? January is so far away, the last time it was said, done, and lived so much, so full Why did March come with its unwanted rains and snowstorms, has your God become so null? Or is it crying so much at our lives without a way to stop? have we become so evil? There is no truth anymore, as there are no seasons anymore, no thing, no more, no sequel Even all the trees disagree with their Mother, overfed or starving, without any single movement The symphony of the Earth lost its conductor, and became cacophony, no melodies, all dissonant And in a heartrending theme which was supposed to be the greatest emotional tune known to all Was heard noise, silence, a masterpiece of disharmony which fits the world, our soil, our soul