For a long, long time ago
I went to the past and slow
I wanna go and go
For a long, long time ago
Odisseus is coming back to Ithaca
Bringing, to the confort of your home,
Your dilacerated soul
Spent in the god's monkeyshine.
I want to kiss the spider web
Surrounding all the hole
In Penelope's wisdom.
Back to the old house
Of the wake up soon,
Of the far away suns
On this side of the wall:
Moss and wagon's wheels
Wagons without wheels.
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