With your dissonant tune
I will not rhyme,
I will not walk your rhythm,
O time.
The clouds drift by
yet shed no rain,
And sorrow lingers in the air
like an old refrain.
Though hearts are bold,
no soul will climb
the weary road
you call a time.
The city burns
with hidden rage,
its silent fury
locked in a cage.
So with your dissonant tune
I will not rhyme,
I will not build within
your broken chime.
Until strength returns
and songs grow prime—
With your dissonant tune
I will not rhyme,
I will not sing with you,
O time.
Arsalan-Wiesbaden
10 March 2026

