The
landscape changed
The train
didn’t seem to go
The way I
had arranged
In my mind
it had derailed
Flowed into
a dream land
of hills
and beaches
Fresh rills
and green beeches stand
Sziget
Szent Miklos
I
understand now is not Csepel
Just as HEV
6 is not the same as HEV 7
One track
leads to heaven
The other
rail goes to hell
If it can
be right that my mistake
Be made by
mortal hands
The logic I
forsake
When I
chose to walk not stand
Without my
bicycle
I am confined
to these iron wheels
That roll
in undeniable locomotion
Circumventing
paradise
The devil
took control
And wielded
his mighty sword
Cut through
Kis vagoshid’s soil
Cleaved a
mighty chasm
The place
that I did fall
And yet the
Csepel Angels
Came to my fallen
call
Carried me
on wings of steel
Back upon
the pilgrim’s road
Now I feel
my world is real
That I am
missing my heavy load
My heart
evacuated the devil
From its
grip
The witch
let go her talon hold
Upon my
earthly trip
And I am a
freeman at last
To live no
more a slave
In this
poor country of consequences
Their past
decisions proved too grave
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