I have returned to the city,
again in my angry hole.
Here, the darkest demons
cannot escape me.
Again in my confused prison,
I slam hard into the bars.
My regrets, my anger, my hatred
prove to be formidable opponents.
Pushed along the street--
too full, too many beasts--
again in a throng of millions.
Nobody's special. Nobody's free.
Why must I stand in the middle of millions
where my demons have no space to run?
Each day only brings a bitter gray rain
and heavy, blue cigarette smoke.
In my hole, in my prison, I live.
Here, I shall die on this street.
Still, tomorrow...
