Show Me The Exit Clause
I wish time comes to an end
So that loneliness may perish
The part that makes a difference
burns
The source of life, vitality,
happiness
And everything that follows crumbles
Before a trembling idea of the future
The path of good hope can never be
paved,
For it is not here and now.
The path of hope is never buried
You come to life every time you
realize
There is a new tomorrow
But it is this tomorrow that lies
buried
While you live in the moment
Where you are just a plastic doll
A puppet of trust and circumstances
Tomorrow is dead and today no more
I am here under the morrow
Beneath every subtle desire and
instinct
My loneliness is all I have to
dedicate to you
The living moment is a fortress
In which there is no awakening
The rigid cell of my body from you
I cannot partake.
And separate the pillar from the open
air theater
Like my loneliness that keeps my
wishes
From crumbling
A puppet of trust and circumstances
Tomorrow is dead and today no more
There is no exit where there is no
door.
I have filled the open air theater
With voices louder excitement greater
There is no exit there is no
door
Where tomorrow is dead and today no
more.