I’m losing a track of days, they’re passing by
Like a convertible on a highway
Leaving dusty poisonous snakes of doubts and disappointments
Curling next to my feet
Itchy reminders of my defeats
Are collected into wrinkles on the face and scars on the heart
They are invisible which is not equal to painless, though
Betrayals and traitors are leading the parade
Then march advisors, relatives, countless jerks and bloody ‘good-wishers’
In a pack with always-ready smile to contribute to my hatred
Of this ill-grown chaos called by mistake a “modern society”
And if ever happen to find a harbor to calm my soul by watching sea waves
I won’t be asking for more, petting a dragon that sits on my shoulder and whispers:
I’ll be by your side forever!