Like rambler who'd got sunk in crumbles,
I passed thru misty fall sunrise.
I've struggled thru foolish diamond stumbles
To reach the wooden gates of paradise.

My past was burned, my future hadn't been defined,
I lost huge passion for my sin.
What else can make you be as wired
As wild beast being tempted with fair skin?

Not one of priests or gloomy prophecy soothsayers
Intended for me neither truth nor lie.
I hung like knot of gibbet lacking smiles of gallows;
But still I've brought out strength for final sigh.

(23.03.2011 05:06)