Abdul's Voyage

Abdul seizes up his narguileja

And then walks up to the Master of Time

“I must confess - that I got lost in the dry oceans of sand

While I was looking for the wisdom backdoor”

“So, what can I do for you? “– “oh please just drive me through

How shall I see the light?” – “just travel out of sight

So you will realize that nowhere is the prize

Do it son, my few words are never wrong”

So he travels far away, to the golden tops’ metropolis

Wearing dark sunglasses, a bag full of wonders and a borrowed suit

Landing among his peers, renting a small hole in the curfew

Bouncing to the left and to the right, eating up only concrete food

I can’t see - see it through – what is true

Sorry - dearie – going back – home

Abdul is climbing the rocks in Saradia

With all his luggage hanging from his back

Smelling the green scent of the fabulous seeds

Sipping up the visions of home with some mint

What was he looking for, far away from these shores?

His Master is - calling him- from the ancient law towers

Time stands still once again

In spicy wonder

“See now son? My few words are never wrong”