ThE STONE

[Marcus Nalgaber]

ThE STONE

 

 

I hear siren voices
tempting me
when I walk 
near
a dark corner, a dark corner

But I smile and go my way
without looking back
close to the wall

It's strange 
to run way from oneself
when incomplete sensations
congest every moment
and get thick in my blood

How many times did I try 
don't trip over that stone
on the roasd
waiting for that blow of my steps
that makes the earth 
open under my feet
and suallow my way

If I were that stone
I would keep it in my pocket la la la la
to trhow it into an abyss
when the road becomes my coat

and if I were tht stone
O would keep it in my pocket la la la la x2