Wherever I go, I am a guest.
In endless thoughts, I find no rest.
No peace to help me see myself.
Where is my home, my heaven lost?
The one I was meant to have!

They say we are not enough.
The people around us decide in our place.

We run too slow and pass too few,
It's not a distance in simple miles.
There's no time for peace,
No finish line.

Look at them who came to see,
They carry a whip, not a glass of mercy.

Don't be afraid and step off the track,
Leave the race, stop all the clocks,
No need to rush for finite stocks.

Walk by the seashore.
Let the waves hug you,
And wash your fear away.
Let all the noise dissolve in the sea,
This new life will set you free!

Driven by pride,
for a long time, we've searched for the right path.
Embraced by self-love,
we seek significance to affirm ourselves.

Another meaningless day,
disrupted by a stirring action,
Or maybe stillness and passiveness carry more meaning.
Chasing eternal ideas, we neglect pressing matters.
Intoxicated with high ideals, we dismiss those closest to us.
We pour our strength into chasing the true path,
and live in a future that never arrives.

So many choices slip away,
like grains within an hourglass.
The longer we delay, the less we live,
and life, alas, won't rewind.

When today flies away,
leaving no chance to mend broken pieces,
only the bitter taste of anxiety over the unattainable
and regret for what was left undone
remain by our side.

Simple words, simple wisdom.
Only an open heart can hold them,
like a flower starving to grow,
not waiting for the deep river's flow.

I remember that evening like it was just a month ago.
Almost night, the shadows of trees around us,
and our hands locked together.
Time stopped on the clock for a moment.
Like a fish thrown onto the shore,
we couldn't handle the scale of this new life.
Suffocating under overwhelming feelings,
with no air left inside us.

I close my eyes,
and scenes from the past flash by like an old movie reel.
An apartment block,
a courtyard with iron football goals,
one ball for two teams.
How happy we were in those days,
when our pockets were empty
and our hearts free of envy and rivalry.
I close my eyes, and only one question lingers:
When did we lose our feelings in a flood of meaningless worries?

If I take off all my clothes,
what will be left of me?
The uncovered body.
As it came into this world,
free of any tight silks.

What would be left of me
if I shed the layers that cover my soul?
Those that keep me in the dark,
blurring my vision of myself!

What would be left of me
without those non-existent ideas imposed on me
when I came into this world?

My thoughts, my words, my actions,
Never leave each other, please!
When you all drifted apart,
Like a fallen leaf, I wandered around,
Carried by the restless winds of life
And washed up on the shore of anxiety.
I fought with the two other faces in me,
Defeated all of them.
I found the ground beneath my feet,
I found my place, my inner peace,
When you all merged into one piece.

It was a noose around my open neck,
A poignant bond I could never break,
Too tight, too strong as a boa's grip,
It strangled me with its embrace,
It drained me dry and slept on my bluish face.
It was desired like an amazing view,
Blinding those who’d never seen it through,
And was it called happiness for two.

There is no hope,
There is no desperation,
Life flows like water,
Neither bad nor good.
If this is true,
Why can I feel?

I wanted to understand life deeply.
Dived into the ocean of my mind,
but I could not find a way back.
Frightened, for I feared suffocating from emptiness outside.