Gare Du Nord Poem Rouge
I come from nowhere
And lead to nowhere
I am a wave in the ocean of time
I do exist, I bread
And yet I don’t
I search nothing
And I find…
Nothing more or less
Than thoughts, dreams and fantasies
I ask you…
What is the spring of my desire?
The reason for my lust
How can I move forward?
How do I carry on?
Free from witches, wolfs and monsters
I don’t want this
I only want to be free