Something is close in this cycle ring, that can’t stop to turn and swing nor the strenght of these arms of mine can ever take life while time turns and says goodbye, to run and hide, to sit and blind I have seen your face and your smile for there are no last returns.
Last night I dreamt that my back was broken in two, from my neck down I could not move, maybe just the cold. I could feel the cold. I rememeber the cold. The old man said my back was thin and that it would break and spin. Something will happen. I can feel it as it’s impossible to fight a scorpion’s nature. Just hope you’ll be there waiting.