Again my day was turned to night.
Again I left a major fight.
Again I throw my life in wrong directions.
I wrote my book with just one thought
about going on the road
to random sea sided destinations.
Escape or way to get away ?
The reason coming to my brain
annoying, useless, but persistent
The rush, the poison of the waste
where time is leaving poor taste,
and pressure start from scratch consistent
I changed my style, my hair, my smile.
I changed to make it all worthwhile,
to live in peace, to live in happiness of silence
Where sounds gone, where senses run,
where only light - eternal Sun
in space that is unreachable to nonsense