1 (or the First)

Crisscrossing along this landscape
Trying to escape dæmonic rape
With so many paths to choose…

How long will I belong to the days
Of this world of so many ways?

And I long to be one fruitful tree
Planted by a stream of dreams,
Heavenly cream, gleam of angels…

How long will I belong to the days
Of this world of so many ways?

But some are not so in this show;
They glow with an hellish fire
From an eternal funeral pyre

How long will I belong to the days
Of this world of so many ways?

How long… How long?

Note: This poem was inspired by U2’s “40”

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