Off the coast of Panama,
That's where I belong,
I got all the time,
There,
Where my only flower grows.

To Your pirate prisons please!
That's where I belong,
To the cold, dark, blue, grey cells of Yours
There,
Where my one true love hopes.

Lock me up and beat me up,
So I'll know that You love me,
The only love I've ever known,
There,
Was the love I found here.

Take all my time,
Like if I've never had it,
Years, decades, centuries?
There,
Where days are (not) my enemies.

For now, I can only wait,
For You to be my one sacred place,
Go and make me Your cellmate,
There,
Where I've always longed to be.

Receding hair,
Ragged skin,
You're blue to the core,
But still gray.

The scars on Your cheek,
They still bleed,
Old boots on new fields,
Now feel freed.

The ink on Your skin,
Is a mark of Your sin,
But You did nothing wrong,
That is just unforgivable.

Expiation for Your sins,
Like thousand sharp metal pins,
Carving into my flesh,
You're one chaotic large mess.

People with You were not fair,
You were the one who was not there,
But still You are there somewhere,
The beginning and end of all men.

You are the one with the lighter,
Nurturing the fire,
That lives on Your heart.

I wonder, why do You consider Yourself lucky?

I look at You, and I still don't know what You look like,
You got several, but which one is Your true side?
Are You moderate, courageous or equitable?
Being alive on a different land is unbearable.

I want to know where all Your visions come from,
'Cause I only got Gideon's who believes in the intangible.
You say You are a man of fortune,
Being alive at a different time is a torture.