I. TRUCKS
I cross the road of many trucks
On my morning way to work
Paint them
I wish I could paint them in words
I wish I could play the trumpet
Wish
I wish I could wish
To wish for better time
My dear beloved ones
Roads are like rivers
With nothing to swim about
Rather, one should run
II. RUNS
I ran the road to ruin like an old school kid
Who lost his hat and path and pays the toll of having lost
A file
Messed up one file
Very linkable one
Every single unit
In the human processor
Get up and run
Like in a love blackout
Shot Shot Blackpot - Memory to worms
A sudden incident in an Earthly Odyssey
I once trod the road of Pain
And then the road of Love
Now I’m coming back to my village
Just to tell my friends
“I walked”
III. WALKING
After all these years
Have not learned to watch my steps
Why I not get bored
Providing souls
With ever chaining moods
And a tasteful company
In Peace
We aim at walking
But an acting movie fills our Golden Path
Hunger moves our homes
Keep us from Eternal Grace
No land shall be called safe
IV. GRACE FROM MAN
Bent, Dante stands
Right bending, left bending
Stands and smiles - the village fool
Sometimes sneers at you
Earthquake in his mind
Will ask “Do you marry me?”
V. BLESBOCK SUN
There was a sun in the sun
Threatening anyone
Blesbock sun, blesbock sun
There was a blesbock in the sun
VI. GRACE FROM WOMAN
She just sits there, looks at you
Says “Would you fuck me?”
Smiles like roads lined by trees
