I'm somewhere between worlds
walking on broken glass or maybe swords;
the sun is a veil for the pain in the pavement
as it is for the skies a natural ointment.
I'm somewhere between low and high
nothing's too cheap and nobody, nobody
buys me some time, a little more time
to make the shapeless sea to sink my eye.
I'm somewhere between blindness and sharp-eyed life
looking for a perfect morning in the darkest night;
is there a star, a sound, a sign, a knife
to cut the essence from a moment and go at height?
I'm on the moon - no falling in this afternoon;
no train is waiting, no hand is pushing me ahead,
no eye is wandering through my red land...
I'm somewhere between too late and too soon.
