“Everywhere this bewildering urge for life,
fruitfulness, creation-and only I, although like the humblest grass of the
fields one of God's creatures, may not take part in this festival of
resurrection, at any rate not except as a spectator with grief and envy” – Hugo Wolf
This
journey has turned pathless and in sane
The
roads no longer exist.
We
jump through, and in between
Scrambled
destinations that persist-
Destiny
and its nations!
We
jump aimless from beginning to ends,
From
ends to ends
In
search of the star that in kinship sends
Her
dreams across the raging seas
Waging
war against the men of creed!
The
dream, she says is of a journey together
Of
an endless road and everchanging weather
The
untiring and stimulating ride of a litetime,
Increasingly
audacious and insane,
And
increasingly fine!
But
day follows night and night follows day
And
I jump through places in a tasteless dismay
And
jump through places that are no longer there
Fall
through the cracks – fallen for the winds to sway
And
carry the light of whatever remains!
The
remains of whatever remains –
That
was once a road filled with lovers
And
friends of hope -
They
would lend and borrow
Stories
of despair and abandon
And
rise and dance to the world’s indifference!
They
knew that the journey had no end
Knew
that the apathy would not end
But
now, oh dear, now! Oh lord – How lost!
How
sanely lost they are –
Cursing
the end of journey and themselves
Longing
for insanity again!
They
and us – we all know
That
this river goes two ways
This
way and that way – sadness or madness!
They
are escapes - illusions of freedom
From
one another.
Tell
me, dearest, what escape is madness off sadness
Or
sadness off madness
For
man nurses man for both!
We
rose and fell everyday
The
rise be sweet and fall sweeter, we’d pray
Much
like the day itself
Passed
though the event horizon time and again
Oh!
The point of no return, sweetest to say!
The
point of no return would return
Time
and again
To
claim the light, and yet would remain
Resigned
from it in utter dismay
Oh!
The lost insanity gave us a way away!
Cure
me of this sanity – of this completeness
Of
my incomprehension of the invisible.
Inspire
me again to imagine that can never be,
And
fight for love and peace,
And
burn for warmth and dream for serenity!
Rise,
Oh bright star, rise again
The
night is upon us –
Rise
and sing the good old song,
Take
me back to insanity -
Take
us back to the world we belong.
