No roots no bounds and far away hill
how happy not to have these you feel
covered with dust someone’s trust your hand
you are behind your wall in your far away land
you have no plans no dreams no threads
you have no castles that may fade
without any idea how this track will go on
your disappearing train can’t stop all along
there is no door at your threshold of thought
you are not able to leave empty boat
The road is missing you already,
you’ve got what you want
with failure of concern about nobody
You are the image of your own God.
Unfamiliar
© Copyright: Дивчина Биля Викна, 2014
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