Like dark horses
I could crawl inside the lyric
To the beat of a drum
The seed of every sin
Wrapped up in made-up
Sorrow, love, delight
This  quest for the zenith of happiness
A landscape for my emotions
From the realm of the senses
The pilots of grief
Rose in me like a flame
A harmony of sounds
Because that’s my home!
In the vast void.

Gypsy