the zeitgeist

Cloud A white horse rises And it’s the inn at dawn where the first will awaken Will you linger all your life in the middle of the world Half-dead Half-asleep Haven’t you had enough of commonplaces People look at you without a smile They have glassy eyes You pass by, you waste your time You pass You count to a hundred, cheat to kill ten more seconds You suddenly stretch out your arm to die Don’t be afraid Sooner or later There will be just one day and then another day And then that’s it No more need to see men or those ladybugs they pet from time to time No more need to talk to myself at night to avoid hearing the Complaint of the chimney No more need to lift my eyelids Nor throw my blood like a disc Nor breathe against my will Yet I don’t desire to die The bell of my heart sings softly an ancient hope This music I know well but the words What exactly did the words say? Fool