After a night full of restless wandering The morning comes without any hope.

I fall down into some endless tunnel And this moment moves into the next

Without asking why, when or which. Words lay around like mangy dogs lolling

In summer heat, unable to assuage this Endless silence of shadows of my world.

The only consolation are these few old songs I had carried here from afar on

Crackling unwound reels, which I play again And again endlessly through out this day.