Coffee Break

Traveled over stick and stone

my feet are worn and so is my soul

I contemplate to be saved

by myth known to mist alone.


Oh guardian of the morning sound,

tell me where peace can be found

eternal and overflowing

as water falls in many forms

the life it ends in few brick walls.


I journey on through jungle leaves

Through dirty steppes, through desert sand

Through mountain rocks ten times a hill,

I seek to find and find I will.


And in an instant I stand before

A giant mass of black galore

A solitary statue of past and future

A shadow which casts a thousand worlds.


Gray, undetermined tower of molds

You despise and yet behold

The beauty you radiate

Fills me whole and then I watch and be told.


You have come to seek the truth,

Please be aware for I will tell your soul

When everything is finished, I make you a brick

To fit in this body of decaying stone.


I am saved, I scream to have and to hold

The tower of mercy before me

A ruin of souls

A tower of power alone in the sea

And now my destiny is filled

eternally.