Ride against the waves of impunity,
You little fugitive of your own debts
Carry your despaired thoughts,
Happiness in scarcity.

In sin and in doubt of own mind
Join the mob of your clumsiness.
Waving goodbyes are too dim,
Too blurred and dimmed to be blessed.

As you face your cloaked enemies
All of them you see, are not clapping.
On the side of your observant eye
As you flourish your winnings.

As you beg for your emotions
To come back like a rebel child
Wandering through this black night
But not forgotten inside.

As you thirst for more of you
In your own catastrophic guessing,
What a wild turn around it is,
Ah, Unpredictably obsessing.