Old Man

I've been a visitor slave to gestures and words that weren't me
But it's already late for claiming a lost youth...

And all these people and all these places that I have avoided by mistake
Are the past poison that turns my blood to dust
And all those guilty behaviours of sharp unconsciousness that I have met
Could have driven me bad but they just turned me cold

But still I'm not cold enough to sleep as long as I'd love to
But still I'm not strong enough to be as good as I'd love to

And all the greens on all the grounds, all the seas and rocks, dunes and scents
Always covered and coloured my footsteps like a part of themselves
And all the darkness and the bright in the nightsky my eyes belong to
Always looked down on this labyrinth I was lost into

But still I'm not happy enough to be as weak as I'd love to
But still I'm not cold enough to sleep as long as I'd love to