Children doctored hearts,
With eyes open and closed minds,
Seek in the dark wood energy that they lack.
What we are, but children, ignorant of their own destiny?
On that day when the rain crown heaven and earth,
I’m next to the historic harlot
Looking for a little while information about its source.
My head, however, is cheating on me,
preaching me parts that do not know say.
I just feel that I do not know how to feel.
No right to be so,
but we are never alone, and now it would be different,
Only a new door of a new cycle.
Too bad I can not say for how long should I wait,
for one day everything closes around me,
Maybe then I can simply note that I am someone
The history of failures and victories, no one knows.