I smirk at the sun
She hates me back

I frown at the moon
it will be over soon

I broke my ankle
to be a pirate

I stood
on a wooden foot
and gave my heart
to the sea

The bridges are broken
go under
rise from below

Is it real, the distance between the pit and the peak?
Is it real, the distance between my eye and the moon’s?

I’ll break a bridge or two
to get where I’m going to

I stood on a mountain
and faced mankind

The bridges are broken
go under
rise from below


I am aroused by every syllable escaping her lips
She talks in riddles
She mumbles the truth
She exhales, I inhale
The pothole of a junkie

A shattered skeleton, I fall
A disabled man, I fall
A modern Sisyphus, I fall

We will rise as the sun sets
We are creators and the night breeds inspiration,
So meet me under the moonlight and leave your mask at home

Home is where the hurt is
Do look back but don’t stare for too long
Now close your eyes and breathe
Breathe slowly…

She pours out herself into the darkness
She moans the truth, her truth
I whisper the truth, my truth

A revived skeleton, I stand
A disabled man, I stand
A modern Sisyphus, I stand!

Now shut your mouth against mine, for there is no truth; only gibberish

Thus spoke IbnRishdi