The Seventh Year

When the seventh year comes strange things start to happen.

There is no reasonable explanation why this is so.

Things just start to fall apart.

There is plenty of time to learn it

There are years to let it grow

You got the keys and all the power

To make it die or let it live

The seventh year is now here

The end is already too near

Too many ways to drown it

Not enough desire to make it live again

Then it starts to live it's own life

External threat effects too much

Everything feels so different

No more laughter, just suspicious minds

When you think that you have come through it

It starts to scratch your vains and mind

Decision, too hard, again...

The seventh year is now here

The end is already too near

The state of mind is not clear

All that is left is the fear