The boy has grown up
he comes ashore
in the harbour of nostalgia
and everyday blues
as a king with a parade
of splendor and a gang
Surrounded by soldiers
he strokes the fur
of his robe
He is not a hero
He does not bring golden times
no wages according to work
no protection from injustice
He only gives a show
of his power, his free hand
to hunt unicorns