What seek ye? What dreams do you chase?

New latitudes, a new meridian?

This daily life is too quotidian?

So real that it turns out surreal?

No midnight love shares your embrace?

The king has masked his tyrant’s face.

You put yourself in Hamlet’s place?

Take it to the limit?

And Beyond?

Or instead,

Could you be dead?

Could it be you died one summer day?

Summertime blue and sandy,

Autumn windy and gold.

Died and left those streets we lived on once

Empty streets of ghosts?