Ulysses - Jim Kroft

Nothing here, but the memories silence brings

Feels I’m falling through the space that´s gathering

I’ve got the blood, blood of gauls,

I never did understand its call,

But where now?

I don´t know,

Walking that street known as devil´s row

Have I tried, tried too hard, I don´t know, I don´t know

Planted seeds where, nothing new,

Ever grows…

Memories, late at night

Was it worth it that sacrafice?

It seems I’m trapped, trapped again

Just to begin at the journey´s end

I hope that you, you don´t become,

Like Ulysses, my friend

You and your adventures, across the seas

Treading through the, corridors, of the past

Was I dead when i walked here before I ask?

Blood shot eyes, feeling raw,

You will walk where none walked before

You will hurt, yes you´ll fear

You´ll take a punch for that elixir

And in the morning, tear down you disguises

It doesn´t matter if you never arrived

And with that question which says what for?

You´ll know at last that you´ve given it all

I hope that you don´t become like Ulysses, my friend

You & your adventures cross the seas my friend

You & your adventures, that never end