Five Senses

5 Senses And this strange world keeps turning Amazing mixture, fragrant, twisted Nothing disturbs, the perfect balance Wanderings that we speak of in the imperfect tense And this strange world keeps turning Oh, I see the unbeliever who shelters my heart But don't succumb to the obsidian darkness At the time when the light invades my naked soul Upsetting monochrome of an agreed ritual And this strange world keeps turning I feel all my senses even it doesn't make sense Flow of past tides that incense in your eyes Iodized, Musky reflux, abandoned thoughts Subtle sensations, secretly dispersed And this strange world keeps turning I say what I see and what we don't see The sigh of the moon when she is still young I flatter my future which awaits in the rocking chair like A lunar ray wanting to escape And this strange world keeps turning Under this bare, spinning and pale bulb Stranger to myself, outside I look Dancing other than me to minor chords In the reflection of another, eternal flâneur And this strange world keeps turning