Angst

Описание: I curled on a sill in a long-gone town,
Snow on the cobbles, tempers burning down.
I saw red coats trembling, saw the crowd confused,
Hearts full of fear, every side feeling used.
I wasn’t there to judge, just to witness the ache,
A cat in the shadows when history breaks.

I heard the officers mutter, “They were just a mob,”
As if the fallen had chosen the musket’s job.
Said the crowd was wild, said the blame was theirs,
Wrapped their fear in language to lighten their cares.
I watched the truth get bent like a branch in the cold,
And I learned how power shapes the stories it’s told.

I feel the sun, warm on my fur,
A quiet truth the world can’t blur.
If life made sense, we’d all be one,
Just breathing easy in the sun.
I feel the sun, I hold it tight—
A little peace in all this fight.

Then centuries later, in a cold Midwestern light,
I watched another moment tilt from calm to fright.
A woman in her car, just trying to find her way,
Caught in a storm she never meant to face that day.
I felt the same old tremor, the same old human fear,
How the innocent suffer when power draws near.

I heard the voices say things that didn’t match the scene,
Words sharp as winter, cutting through the screen.
A hat pulled low like a costume from a show,
Talking tough while the facts stayed buried in the snow.
And I thought of Boston’s echoes, how the stories repeat,
How the ones who fall get blamed from a comfortable seat.

I feel the sun, warm on my fur,
A quiet truth the world can’t blur.
If life made sense, we’d all be one,
Just breathing easy in the sun.
I feel the sun, I hold it tight—
A little peace in all this fight.

In angst I stood there trembling in the cold day’s breath,
Trying to make sense of a sudden, senseless death.
Her voice was soft thunder, her heart a cracked bell,
Trying to speak the truth no headline could tell.
I curled by her feet, wishing nine lives for one,
Wishing storms would pass and leave her in the sun.

From Boston’s frost to Minneapolis snow,
I’ve watched the same questions come and go.
Why do storms rise where kindness should be,
And why do the gentle fall so easily?
I’m just a cat with a beat-up tune,
But I feel the sorrow in every room.

I feel the sun, warm on my fur,
A quiet truth the world can’t blur.
If life made sense, we’d all be one,
Just breathing easy in the sun.
I feel the sun, I hold it tight—
A little peace in all this fight.

Curl up, breathe slow,
Let the whole world go.
In a sunbeam wide,
All the storms subside.
No fear, no run—
Just me, asleep,
And the sun.

I can’t change the past or the things humans do,
But I can strum a chord that feels honest and true.
For the ones who were caught where they never meant to stand,
For the ones who were lost to a moment unplanned.
I’ll keep singing softly till the long night’s done,
And hope you find peace in the warmth of the sun.