The Average's Man Odyssey - Poema Arcanus

Same cold, same coffee, same me

The same old movement performed again

A thousand times rehearsed

Pretending all of this… had a sense

Still waiting for that change, still waiting for that dream

White bearing the burden of emptiness

Still waiting for that change, still waiting for that dream

The average man believes

Same strangers, same train, same void

Dropping hours like old papers from my pockets

Suddenly they became so necessary

Lost things are now so necessary

Still waiting for that change, still waiting for that dream

White bearing the burden of emptiness

Still waiting for that change, still waiting for that dream

The average man believes

The sequence of these days

A clock that ticks always the same

A gesture blooms, but quickly fades

Forgotten days, forgotten years

The average man’s odyssey…

Silence, the only one answers.

Silence, the void speaks

Days are dripping from my chalice

Timeless sands, the early death’s caress

Silence, god is speaking.

Silence, just empty words

A lip-synched preaching, words of stone

The old white lie: go, get your crown

The same train, watching me age.

The same train, a circle trip

An endless journey, a battle lost

The script of this life: small miseries wrote in

Silence, god is speaking.

Silence, just let him talk

Fighting a war no one cares about

Until death finds me lost in the crowd