Bridge to a desert

The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge
a bridge to a desert
a hope in empty words is like the sand,
the sand that burns my soul
with a glow of desires

Who was I?
Who Am I?
Who'll I be?
Should I try?

Can we stop the rain
if the sky is blind
can we stop the tear
a bird that is divine

Left the night behind
silent candle prayers
no one's ever found
tear that pined away

How strange... so moonlit is the great wall of china this night!
the huge full moon is casting long shadows before my eyes as
I'm slowly strolling over the wall, approaching another tower.
what am I doing here? I feel spiritually naked under these chinese
skies. Not thinking, still waiting... all those myths and beliefs, I
have heard seem likely to happen, now. what have I come here for?
I remember nothing...

The chinese girl: good gods have sent me here to warn you. but
my warning is a riddle, and the final answer belongs to you, master.
please, listen up: what lies between reality and unreality and we all
have to go there?

Nothingness, it is nothingness