Go away sorrow.
The soil of his mind is not fertile for you
Go away from these restless eyes
And should you return,come back White.
For there is no way that it can go on like this
Forsaken by all his Senses
Torn...
Struggling with time and expectations
Ambition is a poisonous fruit
He has tasted that.
Comparisson is the gift of the Snake
He has accepted this gift.
The passion of others for his one life...
It's demanding
The eyes set on his trembling hand...
A grave torment
Each line that is drawn is a victim
A victim of stability
Each number he sees,a scruple in his mind
Neverending sleepless nights
To heavy prayers for his own consience
Go away miracles
Or rather the belief
Calling loud the name of Limpidity
But the air is no healer
The air is not much of a God
It bears no flag of Victory
It just bears the smell of change
A smell yet untouched by cigarette-smoke
Therefore bound by what we call Destiny
Until the Lily of the Valley blooms
Until he moves as the compass indicates
North...

Clear are the eyes with no shame
And deep as the lake of aims
But no earthly creature can possess them
And no one can point his head towards the sky
For there is always a ceiling above us,a barrier.
What is different from us
What we cannot touch
Infinity
Or a tiny place in history...

"Panting"
-Last month.So close to the end...Havoc or blossom?