Poem - these empty streets

my biggest problem is not the pouring rain
nor the lying autumn, nor these empty streets

everywhere feels broken
I cant hold the time
looking into your eyes
I watch these empty streets

and I scream in rebellion for what is destined for me
and I fight in rebellion for what is given to me

my biggest problem is not the cold night
nor the sounds of others delight

everyone feels distant
I cant hold the breath
looking for your eyes
I watch these empty streets

and I hope in desire for what is destined for me
and I scream in rebellion for what is destined for me