In which lifetime did we dance?
Whirling in a cosmic joke of immortality
Wanderers through the temple of lost souls
Hovering above the rooftops of the Jerusalem of Jerusalems
Across the Oldest of Old Cities.
Seekers of the riddles of ultimate wisdom
Your questions reverberate off the cobblestones of ambiguities
Meander in a multitude of maybes
I have no answers as to the whys and wherefores.
Your eyes reveal everything and nothing at the same time.
How do I know your life won’t affect mine?
Old City – Jerusalem