Sweet and Bitter
Come with me, there is time
A song is about to start.
Through a haze of screams, laughs, and overwhelming indifference,
Your hand is firmly holding mine: yet I feel it stretching, infinitely,
And slowly loosening grip is loosening still, sweat and cigarette ash is all
I feel now in my empty hands.
In a crowd of people, I lost: my hand is still warm and wet
With sweat, sweet and bitter - sweet and bitter are the words of this
Miserable dawn,
That creeps over this wasteland, once called a city.
And times, yes, they jest and jest and mock and ridicule,
And you, me, yes, we try to forget, to wash our hands
To live and breathe, to serve and rebel,
And yes, maybe there is sweet oblivion in the end,
Or maybe there are a whirlwind of memories,
Sweet and bitter, bitter and sweet,
That keeps on churning, spinning and turning
Till the end?
Till the end.