Impulse

Impulse

The death of thousands or one by the hand of men

Countless lives ending at the same time

Leads to a reaction, like a wave, a tremor through the whole

Taking the way to somewhere else

Or maybe staying at its place of birth

Hanging above like a cloud of dust

Waiting to come down, to unload the tension in this scene

You feel it like a shiver, spreading and carrying what's gone

A moment of peace, calm and deaf

Until it breaks down again

It could be a beginning, it should be

But the tightening ends like it began

Time shows us the continuity

Death follows death, for it's one

Something changes, nothing without a reason

And nothing is like it was before

The wave finds the way to our hands

It fades away taking some with it

To create the balance, the silent shadow disappears

And the next hands react