You know those days That kind of days When nothing seems to work as planned or hoped Well, you know, those days, all woven together Make up a dark tapestry That forever hangs behind my eyes And One could say That such a soft and terrible fabric, Set with gems of desire Is the sail of my very own ship First come the primal misunderstanding of things And your sweaty child hands. Fragments of events and objects Come to you mysteriously And breed... well, not much Except for the first tremours of disappointment At the world not letting itself be caught and posessed. Then come objects of desire That slip between your fingers, Leaving your body exiled from itself and exhausted Knowledge and matter, accomplishment and love, All forever escaping your embrace Or just pressing up Against your skin Only to run off again, abandonning you to tremble in your solitude And by and by, With decades of misgivings written over your brow, You start letting the vines of anger and sadness, A strange plant, to be sure, Cover up your body And from your stranded viewpoint, Ships of light keep passing you by Ever more heavy, choking your chest On the dark waters, Where you drown without drowning, Kept tight in your net of emotions On the obscure ship that carries you forth Oh ! Women with clear eyes, Their bellies full of promises of achievement Dancing a terrible demon dance With each episode of a history of frustration Acted out by their heavy limbs: That battle you lost against yourself That art you never mastered And that love you never won, And so many millions of small, everyday failures, All of it eats you up, from inside and out Blood fills your mouth and eyes And bleak, cold darkness enters you Every single bud of hope Is crushed as it is born For from frustration is born defeat without battle Every wall, bridge or castle you build Is destroyed by your own hand. And all you can do, all you can do now Is let yourself into the house of anger and stillness Where the fire is forever kindled With the dead bones of your fallen desires But lo and behold Here comes through the gates A colourful shouting procession Of beasts and men and creatures You never even dreamed And they come and rip you up From the dark throne you were tied to And all of a sudden hope is alive And they carry you out Back through the gates Back through the paths of obscure desires To a place of forgiveness and fulfilment, and you learn, And you learn, that to have lived, afraid, In spaces and structures of boredom and desire Is what makes this unexpected day Taste so sweet