I was getting out when it started to rain
This time was different like it was stimulating my brain
I hided under the bridge, waiting for it to drain
It, surprisingly, tastes salty, I realised when waiting for the train
Am I dreaming? or I’m, just, going insane
Is it a chemical experiment they could not control or sustain?
Ironically, it is… ours… an experiment which we failed to maintain
These tears were from the sky, what a civil way from nature to complain!
If we don’t wake up now, death would be the only thing, for us, to obtain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem