Faraways

In those faraway places, where you go Nature conditions destroy you.

It shakes your body

Or a harsh wind

Or someone, who cold looked like ice.

Sometimes, I would throw myself to streets Like mad.

I would shelter to the shadow of a tree Sometimes...

For to catch a dream,

For to hang again to the branch Of the life tree.

And finally you stay.exhausted.

And you go back home.

This time

Without reason starts an easiness.

You can die this time Cause of boredom.