The state of shortage

Just take a look around and mention
Whatever happened in the nowhere.
There ain't no rest in revelation,
The road is over.

An August snow has covered mountains,
This ice has brilliance of tear.
Instead of paradisal gardens
Your home is here.

The ones who need you wait in patience
Where silence fills the empty room,
As fade the sounds of railway stations
And spacious airports to resume.

It's Midgard getting cold and rainy.
Valhalla closed at 6 p.m.
Somewhere in Norway forest wailing
Remains the same.

A perfect truth of things that scare you
Depends on angles of the sights.
A kind of universal value -
Your candid smile containing lies.

With handful of misunderstanding,
With everything reminding death
Despair will ever be attending
Sarcastic smoke of your sunsets.

And if you feel abandoned, broken,
Deserted, lost and thrown away -
Go on and on, continue talking.
Cause it's ok.