11. Culbutos

Trails

Easy trails

Wondering about your fate is not a game

Names

Glorious names

Wishing you could be with them

Is stealing time you never had

 

Time is a wicked master

Breeding the signs

Like tides bringing change in colours

A new disaster rising

Time keeps on moving deeper

Draining our life

And living on on hopes in dry lands

Leaves naught but sand in our hands

 

Steps

Easy steps

Skip a few of them and many years have fled

Sounds

Greasy sounds

Grease your ears and force

You to join in a game you hate to play

 

Bring me the British army

For times have changed and so have I