Between of Ruins

I am tripping between of ruins It stopping and blowing again Undecided winds.

Screaming on my head a crow Does it call my disaster? Or, Warning me...

It cannot talking that How can I know?.

I am tripping between of ruins Outside blowing undecided winds.

Street has been singing its song With pell-mell..

Dustbins full.

How many people even eats All the same hungry soul..

First where from Had I begun to travel?

How many days

How many months , maybe years Anymore I don’t kn ow I don't know anymore Where is paradise where's hell.