Opened

He was watching by the open window
All the wild birds of the town
While guiltily they're making nests
On the gutters of his life, pretending thatthey never leave
From the drunkenness of his brain
And the adult would beholding him
With an angry gaze of pity
And a child down there was crying
For a death he never wanted.

He screamed alone inside
Finding there the blame of all
"Who wants to change? Who makes me change?
Who screams like me this night?"
The obsession of pain, the nightmare of time
The fear corrodes his mind.

The search for love, the trial to joy
The phantom of boredomentangles the room
And the hypocrisy of learning, and the vanity of science
And the window calling him
The fliers screaming, the murdered children
And a scapegoat sex, and explosions of voices and then
Again emptiness in a loneing tear healing his face
A bloody hope: again.

And new thoughts that will never born
He is sighing, smiling, laughing
"Finally Isee another window beside me
The same, opened!"