From Vatican to Venice Discovering every crevice Gusts of wind hit my face Sloping down the Danube Trudging the Alps few An unknown force pulls me through Crossing virgin hills Talking to little known streams Everyone has a story to scream Must I walk? Must I sweat? To reach where my heart feels wet? Striving without focus Moving my limbs When pain is pleasure And everything else ceases to matter Depravation hits Bring with it satisfaction A fulfilled cause Formed from all fractions Should I exist? In this baneful truth Where no difference lies In couth uncouth Strings act in matrix symphonies Words hit from time chiselled phonies Fractured dreams Long breathed heaves I can't but exist... Coz life runs that watch on its tight held wrist.
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!