I can only see the sun and moon setting...
Behind me they say is the California verdure
That I can never dream of knowing...
I shiver in these cold nights
Scared of the song,
The dirge I sing for these waves
Torn asunder and devoured before long
And I become the undertaker
Of those who could never make it...
In the (wall) "street" games that the gods play
Trapped by the naked truth
That never seems to turn away...
Yoga
8/7/2011
Somewhat inspired from the documentary "The inside job", the economic crisis...
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