Lonely people

Where do all the lonely people go to?

It´s dark. Completely. All windows are blurred, all the lights turned off. Even the street lamps not issue its muted, greenish glow. Obscure town waiting for the bombers. Not even a moon doesn’t shine for me. I am passing lamps, columns, strangers…

Where do you go all the lonely people?

I feel like Eleanor Rigby. I don´t know where to go to. I don´t know where I am. Lets finnish this allready! The undignified, rat way of life today!

Where do you go all the lonely people?

Cold. I'm still walking straight ahead. Terrain under my feet start crunching gravel. I know what it means. I came to the river.

Now I want to pray! To hope! I have a message, I have hope!
I took my bottle with a note and threw it into the stream.
Sail to the higher ones. Tell them let it be! We can´t stand it any more! It hurts! After all, it kills us anyway! Please ...

Where the lonely people go to?
They have frightened faces and don´t know what tomorrow will bring. No one knows.