Pilgrim

Behind drawnings on the wall
A dish, a table, papers and glasses
A family, a quarrel
Behind incopreension and disillusion
A trauma, a moment

The nimbs mind
Behind stony eyes
The tremulous hand
Behind damaged nerve

You took me agony and pain
In a not so sweet way
A bitter taste in the throat
A lucid way of return
No rule unde oneself

CHORUS

Brought to me agony and pain
Past and future, whens…
In the present!

Took my breathe away
Hurled me into the space
Collected me in form
Of depression
Incompreension

CHORUS