My life goes on like a fireship
That sails into wide ocean,
I lean on friends I lean on heart
I hold onto my thinking.
I start to find – the things are new
And ready for the usage,
I mean I care for them themselves
But find the lack of comfort.
My interests I crave for now
Are distant wails in darkness,
The body and the sound of mine
Are silent and exhausted.
I felt the cold, I knew the salt
Of freedom and of living…
…and started to ignore the pain,
the hunger and the insult.
For courage and for height of vibes
I’m ready to explode now,
I scream, I laugh, I cry and howl,
I think I have done Nothing.
I strive to go to Nowhere now,
I keep on going insane:
I can’t hold back emotions now
I get on with the feelings.
Though, why to care and why to fear:
I feel the fear of nothing.
I know where I would like to go,
Thus, concentrate on Now+here…
I know that poem’s standards are
With such a big requirement –
To be acute in length and rhyme
So I should put a period.