You are in a country that comes and goes, where the people have been mistreated but rarely oppose. Borders have changed by rulers from afar, although sometimes closer than neighbourhoods are. Their religion is sacred and the heavens smile down, but the history they keep will lead you to frown…
What goes up must come down. But what is up? And what is down? Are you up there looking down on me? Or is it I who has the trick with gravity? Reach for me and I’ll reach for you. For in the middle is where grounds stand true. ‘Tis not a lie nor a deceived eye, but an understanding between you and I. So I ask again to a friend with a cup, have a drink with me if you know what’s up?
Send a coin into the abyss and wish for a blissful kiss
it was times like these when a man in a desperate situation must take whatever madness is offered to escape the darker madness in which he finds himself trapped.