All Of It

He fills up all – is the background and the frame

Both land and water – here, so far from where he came

And with the roots of wild rage he sympathises

But deep insides neither black nor even white

Possesses all – even liberty and faith

He's like a storm – is a blizzard and his trace

He is a child with intention to grow up

But doesn’t know what’s missing

And all it’s nothing, all of it tears him down

All of it’s still not enough, there’s something’s missing

He’s like a man – he’s so strong but incomplete

A winter tree – a huge trunk but lack of leaves

With all his force he will surely carry on

But doesn’t know what’s missing

For the first time silence ‘round

It’s a sign of more

Did he hear strange, but promising sounds?

It’s a sign of more

Should he wait and begin something new

Is it time for more?

No he can’t wait, ‘cos he might lose it all!

He doesn’t want lose it all.