Motorcycle madness through cinnamon soot
Relentless din of commerce and craft
I cast my eyes through dusty paths
Through hazy hew my die is cast
Outside the hamman friendships form
Old ladies offer tempting feasts
While exotic trinkets shine and call
Brought in on burdensome beasts
Dirty faces send smiles bright
“Hello my friend remember me”
A look of hope yet hopelessly
Perhaps tomorrow oh let me be
Into the square we venture deeper
The temptress Temps you in
Madness monkeys and motorcycles
Swallow the sounds and dampen the din
