DESERTMAKING MAN
Fell back by the fists of a father
Got changed into kind of a man
Bore the rage of ma dried the tears of a pater
Bore the rules and the pain became a man
Felt the downthumbling world of the youthood
Got into the world of emptyness
Where the good is nothing and even noone is good
Room head life all in a mess
Sent prayers to everybody mesmerizing
attracted by the watching lonesome
All after first kiss was just compromising
Said: hey girl I'll be the desertmaking man
Stopped drinking forever ad infinitum
Got changed into the desertmaking man
And all the touched by fingers and tounges
Got changed into fine scattering sand
Wove desert to desert where no home could exist
Wind embroidered snaky pattern in the sand
Heavy memories of lightness all the memories dismissed
Tried to leave a message in the sand
And everything that much sought after
Unless is fled before got touched
Decayed into the ground it stood on with a final laughter
The sorrow was the badest a man could bear
The old desire: leave a note of fate give a tiny hint
Was waste wasted into wasteland without a tear
The message in the sand was gone with the wind
And after years and years they dug well by well
And the soil began to breathe and all green went the land
And many peopl settled down in new settlements and tell still
The old story of the desertmaking man