Trouble Zone

10/19/2008

Trouble-Zone

My boat is rocking, ready to capsize, my paddles are broken

In the middle of that deep Ocean nobody comes to my rescue

I am covered with a black veil as the merciless wind scorches my body

I have no shoes and the water that penetrates my boat freezes my feet

Nobody cares...

My flares have unusual black light that blends in the dark night

I and everything around me seem invisible

I cannot ask for help because none can see me

I am waiving my hands to the paquebots and yelling for help

Nobody cares...

I am talking to myself as I see ghosts around me

I swing my paddles and try to hit them but I rock my boat

The ghosts are invisible and I am wondering how I saw them

Maybe they saw me and not otherwise

Nobody cares...

It is about ghost! Come on. They only exist in childish stories

Maybe my life then is a story, a childish story

A story that only children believe in

But ain't it true that children are innocence and purity?

Nobody cares...

I can't tell, between the innocent and the corrupt who to believe

I can't even tell whether I am in the Atlantic or in my leaf-bed

I can't distinguish dream from reality or maybe they make one

Am I the gazer or the gazed, the slave or the master?

Nobody cares...

The dark gloomy night sympathizes with my sorrow

Yet it only makes my nightmare worse

It spread 'er wings and embraces me while I suffocate

Again with the paddles I am knocking myself

Nobody cares...

In the wind that whistles, I hear my grandma's sweet song

It is the song of my ancestors, the anthem of my cultural heritage

I stand up and shout, I am Hamet Diop bi Mairam Thiam

I remember my dear mom calling me

Still nobody cares...

I remember answering after being hailed

The fog in my mind dissipates little by little

And little by little I recognize myself in mid-Atlantic

I don't need these flares, neither do I need help

Since nobody cares...

If help gotta come, it gotta stem from my self

Though the eye that gazes alienates my mind

I am the one rocking my own boat

There isn't any ghost except what I am led to think

Nobody cares...

But I have found my way, in the middle of the Ocean

And as I understand my song, I need no compass

I remember seeing my reflection before in The Senegal river

And now I can still see myself as the moon shows up

Though nobody cares...

In the Atlantic, as a mirror, is my own full reflection

I look at myself looking back at me

And my smile smiling back at me

I realize my paddles have never been broken

Still nobody cares...

My boat is impermeable and my feet have never frozen

I swing my paddles and start stirring home

As the sun rises to announce a new day

Just behind the mountain, my Africa was waiting for me

They all care...

I run towards the four corners to embrace' em all

again I hear the song, mommy calls me

I smile...she hugs me

And I woke up...