Polydipsia

I look into the sky, sand in my hands, infinite grains (drought throat)

But when I get up looking at the horizon (relief away)

I’m no longer a slave of light

And being blind makes me a better listener

That chest valve consumes me

In the uncertainty of a certairn (emptiness)

I found myself, lost on my own hurricane

Drunk in words

Spilling the bottle until the last drop

I’m a cop arresting me for my own crime

Inspecting the facts panoramically

I realized that i’m thirst for you

Perspiration, the scalding sun, and these moving clouds (dry throat)

And tiredness leads me to movement

While the constant torment makes me sick

Drunk in words

Spilling the bottle until the last drop

I’m a cop arresting me for my own crimes

Inspecting the facts panoramically

I realized that i’m thirst for you

The effort goes away

And lull follows me along

In that unusual dance, I escape

From that trance, I escape

From that trance

Sailing is no longer enough

When my compass does not point to you