Arabesque

Arabesque

Temples are empty from spirits
We left our plain reason in vain
Of prime importance, how we will remain
Syncretic approach, Divide and Conquer?

A touch of Evil, A kiss to the deaths
Do not whine or pule if you're ahead
Drink wine and pull if you're in the lead
Half a walk for every pennies of your breath

And this is good for having a walk
Certainly enough to come back to them
And continue to compose anthem
Believe me I think that life is black

But sampling the nights is enjoyable
Having a walk there under the warm plain
Smooth communication with object's strain
And a smooth operation on the unbearable

The Temple was in sand and evanescent
It was gone with the next current
What's a second, a year? what's a myth?
Again and again question of current rhythm