he goes away

in search of a rose

in a drowning empty dawn

a paranoid dreamscape



he goes away

along all their empty faces

and all the blinded ears

no one helps him and no one carries him

running away....



and he carries a heart in his hand

a southfruit germ in the northern lands

drifting and drifting fornever to dwell



he goes away

a tousand people but alone

in a touch of misanthrophy

and a wish to escape

from this reality