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 can't talking that, how can l know, l am tripping between of ruins.

Outside blowing undecided winds.

Street has been sing ing it's song, with Pell mell,

dustbins full

How many, people even eat, all the same hungry soul.

First had l where from began to travel? How many days, how many months

Maybe years any more l can't know, l can't know any more 

Where is paradise, where is hell...