Under the shady tree, the old monk sat;

life – the roughness of a bamboo matt

His eyes were closed, his heart so still;

oblivious to pain, a sharp n’ harsh chill

We are all dreaming the same fucking dream;

desires are endless, their pursuit is the theme

Born in the lap of fate, we aim to rise so high;

we laugh at each gain; on each misery we cry

Greed rules our hearts, neither love nor faith;

into the dark mud we roll, a sniveling wraith

Love and betrayal – two friends and lovers;

inseparable friends and diehard lovers

Walking hand in hand on the path of life;

their shadows becoming one with time

Fate playing merrily, its shiny golden fife;

deep lines etched on faces, still in prime

Oh how our mighty gods fall….

how they fall when we lose our faith

Oh how our stout hearts break…

how they break when we become a wraith

Oh where are you when I need you the most?

My dear friend…. my ancient nemesis

You wrapped in the dark grey shadows;

silent as the deep black crevasses

I need to hear your poisonous whispers;

I need to go down, feeling your cold caresses