" No one's " arch,

The world is drawing to an end.
The clock is running wild,
I am waiting for Noah.
Flood is the only possible way out.

A flood versus a flood.
People are blinder and deafer than ever.
People are louder than ever.
There shall be only one path, down.
Hoping that rain would be enough,
For all the deficiencies around, all around.

We expose ourselves to God above
And Noah is waiting for the green light,
Building an arch is inevitable,
Not much wood is needed,
A small arc is to be built.
Passengers are few, maybe no one at all,
Just some plants, some harmless creatures,
Men will drown, women will too,

All are to be drawn to an end.


Dubai, spring 2004.