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 tripp between of ruins outside blowing undecided winds

street has been singing its song wirh pell mell. Dustbins full. How many people even eats, all the same hungry soul.

first, had I where from begun to travel?
how many days, hiw many months, maybe year...
any more I can't know, I can't know anymore 
where is paradise, where is hell.