When inescapable path of ambitions
Keep your traces till Triumphal Arch
You crawl out the skin with abrasions
Then you're dressing the skin of the star
There are many big eyes on the ground
There are many their arms with your sign
And so scary to lose to see down
You have skin with the veinlets of shine
There is nothing to squeeze at beginning
There is nothing from oldness on skin
But the hunger gives birth drying wrinkles
Skin is joining to soul within
Once you'll feel drying wind and so tightly
Their idolatry is like a sun
Leaving you among shadows so blindly
Do you have skin of star and for why?