The dawn is almost there
Coming over the wings of seagulls
Calling from my window
Six hundreds brick to build the bridge

Are we there yet?

I can’t see Godot

Those lands that reflect from the windows
The brown soil and the green grass
The priestess is waiting
The monk is muttering

Where is Godot?

The dawn is yawning
The sun is coming
The seagulls still calling
I am looking from my window
Six hundreds brick to build the fort

Are these enough

Godot didn’t show yet

The sun is rising
The temple is fading
The monk is sleeping
I am backing away
Six hundreds brick in that wall

Will Godot ever come?