Gazing from a moving cloud, I’m looking down like a passerine,
looking at the world down below;
the mountains, the ravine,
those meadows enraptured by the breeze!
So calm, such ease!
Dear God, come to where I stand now,
take me down!
Calm me down,
as I take a bow.

I see a world, of rage, of fury, of mutiny:
a tempest without the wind, a hurricane in vacuum,
locusts feeding on the seeds of life!
There’s chaos everywhere, unheard cries of empathy;
Am I condemned to be here, to finish the race,
knowing that there’s no end to this?
This cruel journey has only brought me to the eye of the storm;
help me slow down, before I get swept away in this gale!

As the cloud goes higher, the storm runs out of rain!
I’m blinded by the clouds below me,
mesmerized by the terrain.
There’s intense pain, like an explosion, a crump!
Should I jump?
Dear God, come to where I stand now,
take me down!
Calm me down,
as I take a bow.

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