Void, devoid of direction
Not even thoughts
Of a misconception
Vacuous open universe
Standing in that bedroom there
Not knowing where to turn
Late autumn, early evening
Too many times of parting
Starting over again, restarting
Sitting on the second seat there
On the train from nowhere
Mid winter, morning, day
Too many times of parting
Starting over again, restarting
Laying in that churchyard there
In the unknown village
Some summer Sunday afternoon
Too many times of parting
Starting over again, restarting
Sleeping on that single bed there
In the student’s dormitory room
Spent it all, then spent some more
Too many times of parting
Start over again, restarting
