The classroom was empty
But for the benches, the chairs,
The white chalkmarks on the black board
And torn pages stewn all across the floor
There were no questions to be asked
And no answers to be given
And yet, and yet, I raised my hand
- My leprosy ridden hand
- My hand which I couldn't see anymore...
The seashore was vacant,
No people, no pebbles, not even a trace
Of the last of the dead seagulls,
Which used to haunt the Ancient Mariner
The waves dashed and gnashed,
And tried to eat the seashore,
the cliff, my being, my world, my
words, my everything
Up in one gulp
And yet, and yet, I forgot to flinch
I forgot to live, I forgot to die
For the mist had engulfed my soul
Which had set sail across
On a voyage to nowhere,
Unto the womb of a predestined
tiding - the broken chain of tomorrow...
I stared at the Sphynx's eyes
Which looked cold and distant
Gazing across the empty desert
Across the hazy horizon
Right into the eyes of eternity
Right into that mournful dawn
Right into the halo of the streetlights
Right into the burning atoms
of the poison fire -
But it didn't look into my smokey eyes...
So I left Egypt, and I travelled
across Greece, Rome, Palestine, Bethlehem
And I saw them burning,
- I saw them being reduced to
Heaps of worthless ashes - all dirty and grey
- And I stood on your
I knocked on your door
But did you open it?
Believe me, my love, I don't really
Yellow circles, yellow circles,
Smokes - dancing atop the darkness
Blue smokes - had covered
And my eyes were hollow...
Yes, I know it, I god damn know it
That I have no answer to give,
Nothing to search for,
But to fly, to fly like a lonely kite,
And to kiss my own lips in the mirror...
Before the mirror gets cracked
And before I get charred and
Which I know I'm going to anyway...