The Final Segment
I navigate, moans I hear across the corridor
Slim bones, stepping through an endless shore
But I never felt like two closing walls
But we never loved like two twin souls
I want to discover new continents
Where natives bang their drums
I want to see what's beneath your cape
Magical assistant or false alarms
Don't say you love me, I imply
I've never fueled you with my polluted promises, you reply
Hijack my faulty flames
Please return my dying vain days
I navigate against all odds, though I sometimes cry
God didn't produce life warranty vouchers, we just live and
die
We have a museum, where I put love on a display
I listen to the requiem; someday we'll share the same common
shade of gray
If kisses are only a fiction
Would I still get your permission ?
If loneliness is sometimes indefinable
Would you think I'm vulnerable
The ball is in your court
You have the access to abort
I'm at your gate, thorns pin in my floppy heart
You couldn't be more precise
Now I'm entering into your hidden enterprise
No transparent emotions, I can see them arguing
Accept my unconditioned love, but they continue mounting
High, once upon a time, a climber without the right
equipment
He wanted love, but didn't pass the final segment
He was only confused, thought she will let him go
She skated, and waited, until it was dark and so
He fell off from the heights, she took his spark
Sent him away, now he has a welcome mark
Somehow he understood, love doesn't cease to burn
Swallowing my pain, for your lust I yearn. |