Poetry - Caravan to Nowhere

Come - come my brother

Come - come my brother

you play the crazy beat

I get into a trance

in the middle of desert heat

there is a pond

oh so serene

I peep into it

and it has all the treasure

you can spend the life

ravishing these in leisure

I bend further

to kiss the mermaid

Do you want to live?

Or waste yourself in escapade?

came the voice

from the camel rider

of the caravan

headed somewhere

Where you go? I asked

Does it matter?

Not really?

Will you come if I tell?

Not really?

then come - come my friend

come - come my friend

for we go just nowhere

we just go everywhere

for you won’t be happy anywhere

come - come my friend

come - come my friend

came the sane beat

my heart pulsating

my feet itching

I lift my hand

for him to hold

and like I told

I became the caravan

it goes nowhere

I reach with it

everywhere

And for you my friend

who sits ashore

looking at the dust storm

wondering where it came from

here is what i say

come - come my baby

come - come my baby

where you go? you ask,

Does it matter?

Not really? you say

Will you come if I tell?

Not really? you say

then come - come my friend

come - come my friend

for we go just nowhere

we just go everywhere

for you won’t be happy anywhere