Alas! I travelled and read all the books
I watched the lands and their rocks
I stared at the skies with their rooks
Then i described their poetic looks
Do I really know now where to go in life !
While I cutted ties with a carving knife
To remake my story with its daily strife
Against the worldlings in pacifistic rife
I feel like a drunk bird in the dark sky
Where everything is small in my eye
After every mile I discovered a big lie
To lay on the bitter dark ground and die
And be above the filthy unknown scums
To hail the heart and the feelings bums
Then rise my soul from the abyss of drums
Like a cold winter after the spring comes
As broken pieces that's soaking in the sea
It takes so long ride for them to be free
While they shouting; stop comin' after me
No matter how nice you're they kept on flee
Through nights and deserted light of a lamp
Might catch 'em in some point near the camp
To burn them and make their coal a stamp
And turn my dead soul to the cold and damp

Author / Aladdin Aures H.