terça-feira, 11 de novembro de 2008

Stairway


22 degrees will take me
to these stairs I must climb.
Could you take the floor without permission?
Were I more constant you’d make me pay
For all the things I never did
and for everything I meant.
The stairs have reached the end,
I’m not tired but my mind is exhausted.
I was troubled by the demons
you said would never come.
The temperature rose,
I won’t go home tonight.
I’ll call you to cancel.
I must climb these stairs
once and again.
For the last time.

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