Com Panis
Forgotten mayflies
In bright empty space
We focus, we fight,
We circle this place
In French Revolutions
You are simply someone
I give
bread and nothing
You hear my cry
Alabaster walls
Cold marble inside
Suitcases gone
Left out on the lawn
Can’t place my appointment
Or where I should show
Uncertain mayflies
In dark empty space
Aimless, exhausted,
We circle this place.
Why?
Why do I feel loneliness?
Because the one who will help me
Will kill me.
Why do I feel sadness?
Because I don’t believe.
Why do you ask me these questions?
Because
you understand
nothing.
Why do you distrust?
Because
you understand
only a little bit.
only a little bit.
and a little bit of knowledge is.
easily.
twisted.