No wonder you the way you are -
all made from the blood of your ancestors.
No wonder days the way they are -
all from the strange reality of places
The only question is the way to ride
in search for luck among the random faces,
and losing sights by running to the sides
of similar, forgiven circumstances
I lost two countries, countless cities, homes.
I lost to time my friends, most relatives, lost parents.
The losing practice maybe in my bones,
my brain until my disappearance
But, wait, I love the morning light
that comes daily with the coffee.
I open eyes, and see my day invite -
it is indeed my real winning trophy