Strange walker in the night,
awaken dream sailing on these hanging rivers.
The black night, pierced by this crease, lights up our faces, carries our thoughts.
Diving, the downfall shall come.
I’m falling.
My messiah, your stupor.
Your paths carving your souls.
Let’s leave for this other place.
Let’s walk on these swarming clocks, always knocking, always ringing.
Sickly sheath,
time, isn’t it…
Moving sidewalk, blind way.
Breaking your feelings.
Sense those bursts of eternity.
I’m one among all.
We’re the whole of nothing.
May we remember why we fight, why we live.
The birth of the Lion shall arrive,
Theses blured landscapes shall brighten with his roars.
As the crowns fall,
as we all, wearing the dreamer’s coat,
we’ll begin our long journey.
As our footprints become roads, our tree shall be
and be sure he’ll be here to bear us.
All these impossible pipe dreams come to light.
One of those insane dreams would take care of us?
One more blinding utopia
Leading the wandering walker through the night.