DEEP THOUGHTS IN THE DARK
Alone in the dark with the beer and the keys,
The mangy dogs barking their wretched barks
Outside in the alleyways of Bandung.
Those alleyways where primitive man began to live,
To walk on two feet and fight in the dirt.
“no need fan. Have window,” said the hotelier,
Drawing back a sheet that was stained and ripped,
To reveal a view of rusty barbed wire and dirty roofs.
But the air is stagnant and there is no screen,
So the little mosquitoes with their big bites,
They just float right in and chomp on my knees.
The laughing voices in the other rooms become quiet
As the night dwindles away
and another morning is prepared.
There it is again,
That sadness between night and day,
During those early, holy hours.
The great sadness of life.
The great sadness of life being lived out,
Passing by like an big, invisible stranger.
Where to? What next? Nobody knows,
And few even care.