[An encounter between a pilgrim and a madman (a mentally-ill man, not the moron who designed the show Big Brother) who tells the pilgrim that he really is who he says he is, and asks him to give him back his sanity, and as a reward, he will erect a temple for him]
Just like yesterday
It was raining sadness
Like a shooting star
That dies quiet, ephemeral
Leaving without a trace
Today the morning has the silliness
And the look of the Sun
Bored, weary and with sleep in its eyes
It drowsily spreads its rays
The morning disturbs those who
Cannot understand
That three plus six doesn't equal ten
That one is who one is and not who one believes oneself to be
Drowning madness is like trying
To cover and hide the Sun with a finger
To give birth to thoughts is like emptying
The sea only with my hands
I live within this cage of bones
One day, my mind flew away
Farther than wonderland
One day, Alice heard it ask
The way to the Land of Oz
Looking for lucidity and reason
To get out of his cell, which is his reality
To find the hidden key inside himself
Because I want to strip my soul of the darkness now
Because I want to wake up, and to know why to love
Give me peace... and I'll erect a temple for you
Silence them... there are voices in here
Give me peace... for I look and don't find
The way back to living