High up in a corner of the sky,
Under the Silver City,
There lies a little girl wrapped in a blanket adorned with various animals,
Holding a teddy bear, her head decorated with a beanie,
Hiding the symptoms of leukemia,
She has black eyes, always searching persistently,
For a lad who lives somewhere in the city.
The lad seems to have balance,
Dividing his time between cultivating his body and mind,
In the struggle of life and mingling with various bodies,
He seems to live calmly,
Managed his problems correctly.
The little girl spots him with tears in her eyes,
Shouting loudly, hoping for a miracle,
For the sound to pierce the wall between them,
And for the lad to give a response or at least hear the little one’s words.
Sid, Sid, do you remember me?
I once existed too,
I know I was a troubled girl, sad and temperamental,
Threatening you with suicide, made you promise me mercy killing,
When that bitter time would come,
And one night, I even forced you to watch your dreams turn to ashes before you,
I told you to give me your darkness generously so I could merge it with mine,
Our two darknesses together would create light,
Forgive me, I was unlucky from a young age,
My own abandoned me as a small child,
But to you, I gave affection,
Offered you shelter, food, and a warm embrace,
I confided only truths to you,
How every night, alone in a house, I felt fear, only fear, only fear,
From things I saw and heard,
Bizarre figments of my cancerous mind,
But no matter how many times I closed my eyes, I always found them there,
No matter how many times I said they weren't real,
They remained unmoved, motionless,
So many nights I spent inside the closet.
I told you, I loved every step with you beside me,
And it was the truth,
Sid, Sid, lift your eyes, lift your eyes...
Only I heard the little girl and couldn’t bear it,
I set a goal to pass beyond the verse, to find myself close to her,
To dress as a ventriloquist, to tell her the stories of Walt,
To recall all of Oscar’s fairytales, to mimic Alice,
For the little girl to find herself in Disney’s paradise,
Who once was a happy child,
Before the black rain swept everything away,
Hoping to find her smile again.
After I did all this, the little girl with the pitch-black eyes looked at me,
Smiled and said, “Thank you, now I will keep you here!”
My friend Sid, now I understand the burden you had on your eyes,
I’ll endure it as long as I can, I can’t do otherwise,
Do you remember me? I once existed too.
Remember, I once existed too...
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling again
In my dreams, we're still screaming
We're still screaming
We're still screaming
It's been 10 years since I wrote this, it's my last street poem.
Not sure why I'm sharing it here, it's way better in Greek too.
Maybe it's because of last night, too many faces of the past who while have the attribute of familiarity, ain't bringing excitement anymore.
Maybe it's because, next weekend I'm returning to the Rain City the place where everything started.
Maybe it's because, I am feeling more and more cycles coming to an end, and while it's an important one, it's time to close it too, one more trip, just like we used to do back then.
10 years is a good run anyway, more than I could ever imagine I'd had.
Perhaps I'm too stuck on the past, trying to not repeat history.
Trying to find answers to the past amends I've made successfully to figure out how to make the same for those remaining, still poisoning the present.
But the future is coming.
And I keep fighting,
Fighting for Freedom
