You traveled far to see the miracle yourself,
But found that miracle was meaningless and fake;
You put your dreams so vivid on a shelf,
Bought ticket back to make of dreams a break.

You traveled further, ran away from world,
And threw away your telephone and cards,
Becoming free and gracious nimble bird,
Flying through winds and staring on cold stars.

You saw a thousand sunrises and dusks
In most secluded areas of globe;
Ignoring wind rose and neglecting maps,
Kept moving and you never stopped.

You reached an ocean, frozen and deep blue,
Stopped for a moment to make up your mind.
You had two options, either win or lose:
If win - you can’t come back, if lose - you die