Road from Home

I punch every wall

made of bones of a dead man.

I linger by the western coasts

drown in an ocean flames.

The Fisherking once told me

with the voice of ancient bird:

“Never try to rule the waters —

whose ridges hurricanes rule o'er”.

My seasons change from day to day

from joy to suffer every morning,

My feet are flying far away,

when time of loneliness is coming.

I saw a ship in bluest seas

without sails and anchor —

It was a sign to me fulfil

my dreams with all my anger.

I freed my heart of silk from wretched head

continue every minute

Thinking of the nameless future

and searching for a peace in it.

So am I. Still punching every single wall

of bones of a God damned men.

Yes, I am. Still searching peace

into the ocean's sunset flames.

The time of wanderings has coming,

when all of prejudice undone,

And in between the life in cycles

your sweetest name will surely gone.

Hold on, my love, against the odds,

even if it never ends,

You will come back and find a home

even with a little chance.

2023, 22.10 – 03.12