Should there be a river without boats
Should there be a life without goals
I dreamt of a place where
Bats lost their wings
Monks lost their dignity
Magicians run out of tricks
Comedians cannot speak
A man chases the eternal
Sun-fall
While time is a snake
Twisted,
Bites its tail
We are all but a circle
Thus the dawn is nothing but a cycle
I dreamt of a place where
Bats lost their wings,
Monks lost their dignity
Magicians run out of tricks
Comedians cannot speak