The Return - Clepsydra

Here I am back from the big dream

Without messages of hope

As usual I bring back the fruits

Forgotten in the lives gone by

Lived in few moments

Difficult even to remember

To every memory a hope is bound

Shattering when recalled

To every hope many lives are bound

Some ending up without hope

To every life an essence is bound

Fed by the fire of life

To every fire is destined a spring

Which dies while quenching the fire

Oh reality, which within a hair from madness

Dance in spite of time dying

Take it far away from your facade

And give everything you have

To the man you have always been

And still would like to be

It‘s a strange light, almost a magical one

Which carried in the dark

Becomes as important as the wing beating of wounded swallow

I find myself here again with the

Same plucked daisies

Looking through the window of time

From here I don‘t feel cold, don‘t hear any noise

But I can‘t even smell the perfume of joy

It is night but there‘re people watching people

The dark is black and they all seem blind

Trampling on themselves, killing one another

They all seem similar, but they are not

They all have a different living space

They all defend this space fighting

I don‘t know what really is, I don‘t know

I have recognized many of them

It‘s the space of shame and faults

It‘s the space of misplaced dreams

It‘s the space of dreams coming true

It‘s the space where the bar starts with G

And suddenly the solo begins in a sound

Becomes familiar as if known for many years

Like an old king born at the end of January

I suffer from lack warmth

I feel the coldness of indifference

I listen to the peculiar in my breathing

And smile as I was told

Turning myself into a distant icon

I face this awakening as a new challenge

Live today as if it was tomorrow

This makes me think a lot to yesterday

And yesterday was

Only a dream