The vast bridge stands barely seen,
A standing pin lost in the haystack,
But here we were crossing it,
Uncovering parts of it,
The first touch before dawn.
The city now vibrates from a distance,
Twitter-patted stars,
flakes of gold shifting in the murky fog,
each one drowning away under the horizen,
slowy dissapearing,
as we take the hill.
It's a useless hope that driving into the darkness
will change anything,
that in the ' unknown' lies
emotions i've forgotten.
It's sad now,
only because I haven't forgotten anything,
but rather,
remembered too much.
In between the constant paranoia
that we'll drive off this cliff into our tombs,
I remember everything,
but I fear I've enjoyed it all selfishly,
like this experience now,
and like every second of this life,
that we have chosen to live alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem