In a total isolation, I restart
Letting my selfish longing out.
Being like an old chaperone,
Keeping an eye on a blonde
Swimming with her in a luxury bed
That I have never seen.
I think I hear myself saying:
“That is not what I meant at all
That is not it, at all”
A golden pillow under my arm
Tempts me to go further and further.
Cheekily, the blonde stretches her hands around
But that is not what I meant at all,
That is not it at all.
I keep on swimming
'till a dearest company devastates the whole scene.
Sitting on my cold shoulder, he orders me
To feel the earth beneath my feet.
All around, shocking pictures of the past-present
And charred walls setting me apart
Near a cockroaches’parade.
I try to relive it,
But the parade’s noise is so loud
That I can’t hear myself think.
The long, slow, routine and gloomy day
Creeping forth once again.
I ‘m crying my eyes out.
Yes! I’m at times, almost a cult,
Almost, at times, the Fool
Who banks his dreams
On eagle’s wings that never land?
Letting my selfish longing out.
Being like an old chaperone,
Keeping an eye on a blonde
Swimming with her in a luxury bed
That I have never seen.
I think I hear myself saying:
“That is not what I meant at all
That is not it, at all”
A golden pillow under my arm
Tempts me to go further and further.
Cheekily, the blonde stretches her hands around
But that is not what I meant at all,
That is not it at all.
I keep on swimming
'till a dearest company devastates the whole scene.
Sitting on my cold shoulder, he orders me
To feel the earth beneath my feet.
All around, shocking pictures of the past-present
And charred walls setting me apart
Near a cockroaches’parade.
I try to relive it,
But the parade’s noise is so loud
That I can’t hear myself think.
The long, slow, routine and gloomy day
Creeping forth once again.
I ‘m crying my eyes out.
Yes! I’m at times, almost a cult,
Almost, at times, the Fool
Who banks his dreams
On eagle’s wings that never land?
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