How come are You here Two decades since nightfall The night was to be forever The dark was said to last The wine of departure A potion bitter at first Shall one leave a mark Or be a mark oneself To depart is to return To leave is to stay it is said To decide is to hesitate Next decade will wait for me A new night will fall like a backward dawn A new dark will rise like an inverted sun Yet one will not depart How come am I here Ten years after midnight The night was said to be forever The dark was said to last The wine of departure A potion sweet with time Shall one leave a mark Or be a mark oneself To depart is to return To leave is to stay it is said To decide is to hesitate Next decade will wait for me I will be here then And everthing will be true