when i stood on the crossroad
i noticed there was no space
i stood and waited
for the light to fade
and someone who looked like one of those geese
who saved Rome once
told me "wait till she goes her way
and then you will go your way"
she turned around and said to me:
look, you're long since dead
why are you here?
he laughed and took
the train that leaves at one oh six
and she forgot the day before that one
to see the core more clearly
and i stood and watched it shine
the star of him who went his way
and there are different faces in the shapes of doors
and there is yours, which is in the shape of the wall
and here are my hands that wait for the swans
who failed to return from the battlefield
and you keep insisting that on my way
there are no fire, only the smoke
well then, let's discuss
the advantages of our ways
when we both have gone our own
anyway, i've been higher than your skies
and i've been deeper than all your deeps
but everyone i've ever loved
are dressed in death or mithril
and it means that i'm here alone
and you're not bad, but you keep following me
making me wish to take a rest from you
i am far from an ascetic, but i want to ask you
isn't it time you went your own way?
and believe me or not
when you close the door
i won't even remember your face
i'll be awfully glad
when you come back
but it won't happent until around the beginning of the end
and right now, while i have myself,
believe me, that's who i want to be with
and i'll be happy
when you go your way
and let me go mine