Volant,Scripta Manent

Sitting on this bench

here on this road.

Waiting for someone to rescue me,

but no one appears.

...

Everyone is going in the same direction,

appearing at the same time.

But no one talks to each other,

no one wants to be free.

...

Difference this to the war of the IV,

where I could hear screams for help and Despair.

Here on this road,feelts the souls want to scream,

searching for freedom.

...

The authors feel pain in different ways,

The authors realise different things.

Some already know the dimensions,

Others are almost there.

...

But the big problem for the authors is,

that it is sometimes hard to convey their message!