Sulki

That wood needs a heart
that moistens it.
Full of dust waiting in a corner
my dry song.

It will be the cure for everything,
the cure for all the wrongs
that you don't deserve.

I wish I had the energy that's in you
to break chains.
As the pavement breaks with the sun
and the faithful earth sprouts.

Like those perfect stones,
imagine ourselves old.

Without the desire to return.

I know you don't expect.
I know you don't expect.

To have the cure for everything,
the cure for all wrongs

without the desire to return
without the desire to return.