Morning or Midnight or nothing
Somewhere in the mid-Atlantic
Tiny and pale ship is coming..
I am lonely passenger but quite romantic.
I count the stars at coldly night
Hiding my head from dally light.
I am Between the west and east
Between the End and Priest.
Hiding my icy hands in the old gloves,
Nobody moves, silence in the ears,
Gamblers plays to extremes
and don't say any themes,
Dancer's shadow blinks like freaks
Drinkers laugh to tears on their cheeks,
Shoppers buy and sell the dreams,
Strangers, clowns, endless crowds!
All Prays for hope or love or revenge,
From living days on the edge
Of Imperfectly golden age!
What an endless rite!
I cannot do anything right
I am lost in between the day and night,
And the ship is going too fast
God knows, it is the last!