Rehearsal

They forbid my travels, and money transfers A hostage of criminal times To all that is negative I am immersed Expectedly drowning in wine You are lucky to stay at the positive side It’s an obvious thing to admit A sort of dialectical suiside Which I often forget to commit Exhausted, I’m lying in bed the whole day Eyes closed, but I’m not sleeping It’s the rehearsal of rest and I play My part, till the darkness creeps in Then I see multicoloured ripples Through the water they drift me away The moleculas dance happy rituals Escourt me to where I should lay.