Modern Monk - Jim Kroft

I’m like a like a modern monk

I’m always running from love

Towards something ill defined

I took a jump

And they layed me on a stretcher

Over the modern city

Where I´m in pain and I’m alien in my skin

I can see the vermillion colours over Ostbanhoff station

Stretching out a familiar sigh history my friend

I’m like a modern monk

Captive in my own bodies cells

How can I repeat what I´ve seen?

I’m in a dream

But it feels like its a nightmare

Trying to face the future

I’m a man it feel like I´m a child

I can’t walk these streets now

Without feeling I´m scurrying like a mouse

Over & over the feeling grows

Till i get home my friend

History may rise and history may fall

Silent are the wars locked with the skull

Divided to the core, conflicted in the self

Trying to arrange the cards with which we´re dealt

Interlock horn and hold the demons gaze

If the factions grow try not to turn away my friend

We’re all just modern monks

Reckless & back to front

Through the prism of this life I fall

In nothingness

I find that I feel blessed

Trying still to make sense

False dialogues

Intersect the hush

Autumn shades look regal yet the

Colors of man so fleeting

Joyfully I accept the whole world into my arms

Cause after all,

We’re all just modern monks

And after all

I’m just a modern monk