I am entering the narrow corridors
where the fate changes its course/direction
rivers don’t have an end
the world has got out of our hand
the moon shines without a sun
at us
maybe on your own
maybe you’ll find it on your own
that when I am answering with a question
then everything seems to be different
I am just affraid that
you can give up everything
I am affraid to
give up everything
Grating of the braking wheels
this sound comes to our ears
the wind is braking us
trees without treetops
these are people without legs and arms
you’re entering the narrow corridors
when you’re getting lost
typo:
I am affraid to > I'm afraid to
the wind is braking us > the wind is breaking us