The Next Place

The day is creeping by and the sun is blazing in the sky The heat is raging beneath the clouds and it is carrying a message that is loud.The earth is sinking below my knees And it is setting my spirit free, the wind is swirling angrily around whipping up the dust and causing alot of fuss.Taxi-men and bus men are in the mix and they are walking around with a strange blisss A little shake in the middle of the day will bruse their heart before the end of the day.The day is running behind me but it cannot catch up with me.It takess all sort of short-cuts around the town but still it cannot find its way home.It has finally surrendered to the heavenly throne and some people are currently without a home. They flock the street carrying bags and bundles, crates and buckets, bottles and pans and everything that they can find on the land.They are moving in many directions some carrying groceries, and empty baggages, while others moved around with empty hands and a weired expression on their face, looking around with shame and disgrace.The strange glare in their unrepented eyes makes my spirit wants to cry. Something is baking in the earth and it is moving swiftly around the globe. Come and talk with me and set my spirit free, come and talk with me and listen to my sensational story.I have seen it all and I am waiting For your earnest call.The town is filled with music, music that dosn`t make sense, music that is playing and mingling with the dead, When you dewell in the town that is full of dead people,you have to shout out loud and frequently move around.Some people are walking around in dismay, and singing a song in the middle of the day.Big trucks loaded with dead bodies place them in a mass graves close to the factory, a compound filled with shallow grave stinking up the place in the middle of the day. And the people are still walking aound, rubbing off their shoes and and loooking quite confused.The living is walking with the dead and they are having a conference to stay in tune. Oh much it makes my heart bleed, to see them walking without feet I can see them comming from afar and crossing the river with a brawl.I can tell how it is going to end, the living is bargining with the dead setting a deal that is on a wheel and walking with a mystified shield.Come and talk with me, come and set my spirit free Come and break their stubborn will,and leave them stinking in their sinful guttar. The living and the dead are walking together playing a symphony underneath the bed and when their passion arose they cry out very loud. Come and take me away from this place and let me finish this race.I am going to another place and you will not see my face