I went back to the sleepy hollow

to escape problems

but they will soon follow

whenever a thought drifts back

on to you.

I’d give up money

to feel at peace

I want happiness

don’t want to fight

and be fierce.

The homeland puts me in a deep sleep

comatose, but then I see the herd of sheep

and I wonder

whether I should take action

and stop fooling around.

Blindly drifting through life

I’m more of an idea, than a man

some kind of abstraction

under skin, flesh and bone.

Sometimes I have trouble, relating to my kin.

But then again I wonder

I do want to win

and it’s too late

to forgive what I’ve done

where it led

I don’t even recognize a sin

when it rears its ugly head

turned off the light

and I got used to the darkness.

Am I where I need to be?

Is there something that I need to see?

Don’t feel like a being no more

I wonder if I would still bleed.

Maybe it’s the opium killing the pain

maybe previous prayers were in vain

and I will just stumble on

until I fall in the pit

my precious den

of calm

of dark

no more left of me

that's just where I wanna be

death bed paradise.