2020.11.17.
Voyage to the edge of the night
Reality is like a newspaper cliche, plain motif in the minor key.I resemble an old document that was sent to the archive.
The goal does not seem to be attainable.
There is only internal decline.
I am blubbering some nonsense to you,
Erase it from your mind.
Stepping aside,
Observe.
Chasing the edge of the night.
To save myself from the boring life,
And not to allow the darkness to win,
I always wanted to do everything right,
But was often forgetting how.
The emptiness is seeping through the anger,
Cutting the hope’s rope.
So much is passing by in vain.
Shouldn’t lie to myself!
Stepping aside,
Observe.
Chasing the edge of the night.