Dreams or caves Just something to forget myself Blind or deaf Or something worse to bear the nights Afternoon We're sitting at the table Lights are dimmed No windows in the dining room I try to think of funny days We're walking barefoot on sunrays Mother's mute She's weeping at a lonely place Mad and dark This house is like a grave I try to think of funny days We're walking barefoot on sunrays Yearning for the flight Yearning for a weightless flight