The days go on and on.
It is like they don't stop for anything.
I can't relate to this shattered place. The roads are paved.
I see the wizard walking-his arms are outstretched. His magic
is like a woman's cry. He says to me, "What do you say,"
in the most forgotten times. The sun is rising in the west,
I see the roads ahead of me. I am a wary traveler. The song
is forgotten in my mind. I do not hear. I have not wept.
The roads are gone. The wizard spreads his arm and flies
like the phoenix towards the sun. A rainbow appears in the sky.
It is like the wind is sighing. The devil's hand has left me.
I am crying in my wake.