I am stretched
On the table
And I am dislocated
And dissected
Into roadways and waterways
My blood is a pigeon of peace flying from east to west
And finding no airport where to land and be cuddled
I am not Columbus
Which might be fortunate as Columbus turned to be a cruel man
But still I am not a Columbus or a Magellan as
These were all discoverers going into the wild unknown.
I never entered the unknown
I never entered anything
And I waited by the entrance waiting for the door to open
As to have a glimpse of what is going on inside.
So I was travelling sitting by the front door
On the outside where no family cooks a cake of chocolates for me.