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Ancient Poets Lyrics
- Genre:Spoken Word
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
My muse is lying drunk on the couch
I had to go and tell her
I began to write a poem (like the ancient poets would've done)
But I guess the wine this days is stronger
My soul is hanging from the ceiling trying to make it to the door
I throw my pen on the floor
My muse breaks the silence with a sigh
Still dreaming of the ancient times
Where slaves were freer that our colleagues
I go to the bed to rest my head
And through the open window
A gust of wind informs me
That autumn is leaving the stage
Making way for winter in the final act
And then the trees break the walls
I am walking through the forest of new born sorrow
Where animals and men sleep tight
Not thinking of tomorrow
And there's the whisper through the leaves
A voice of a god I haven't met
He gives me ways to understand
Ways I'll soon forget