Waiting for Ulysses
I am borne out of nowhere,
Resembling no one,
And no one resembles me
I am the bird without feet
Flying against my own will
With no place to land or rest
I am the dirty child of the street
The moon has no tears for me
And the stars do not even want to be my blanket
Every night, I pray to a headless statue
I drink wind from the north east,
And I wait for Ulysses.
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04.26.2002
And no one resembles me
I am the bird without feet
Flying against my own will
With no place to land or rest
I am the dirty child of the street
The moon has no tears for me
And the stars do not even want to be my blanket
Every night, I pray to a headless statue
I drink wind from the north east,
And I wait for Ulysses.
© all right reserved
04.26.2002
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