One day I will wake up and open the door,
Unsteady light from the morning shine
uncomplicated naked foot without a roar,
Start walking on the highway and to the woods
Calm and steady step after step.
Dry my tears only beatitude kept.
Vally or narrow course, way to another way.
Already I have extensive rest and sleep beyond.
My hair will be dancing across the gale
endlessly, under the sun and pale.
Rocky Cliffs or the sounded sea,
Endlessly time after time and obviously cannot be.
Midnight stars or moonless sky,
Open my door and I will try.
reminiscence and my old dreams,
Will be left and make stalwart brings.
open my path and stroll,
Never fell enfeeble after all.
Not glancing back at where my old life left
Season after season on the way I felt.
Crossing dark forest or the big bay
Already I rested for a long and slept.
Want to walk alone on the lonely road,
Will be happy and never feel bored.
Thousand years I am in sleep,
The roof is always in my eyes, waiting for the final vise.
A chair fitted with wheels,
Keeping a hope that one day I will rise.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
One day I will wake up and open the door,
Unsteady light from the morning shine
uncomplicated naked foot without a roar,
Start walking on the highway and to the woods
Calm and steady step after step.
Dry my tears only beatitude kept.
Vally or narrow course, way to another way.
Already I have extensive rest and sleep beyond.
My hair will be dancing across the gale
endlessly, under the sun and pale.
Rocky Cliffs or the sounded sea,
Endlessly time after time and obviously cannot be.
Midnight stars or moonless sky,
Open my door and I will try.
reminiscence and my old dreams,
Will be left and make stalwart brings.
open my path and stroll,
Never fell enfeeble after all.
Not glancing back at where my old life left
Season after season on the way I felt.
Crossing dark forest or the big bay
Already I rested for a long and slept.
Want to walk alone on the lonely road,
Will be happy and never feel bored.
Thousand years I am in sleep,
The roof is always in my eyes, waiting for the final vise.
A chair fitted with wheels,
Keeping a hope that one day I will rise.
