Who ever knows
How much is left
Before the edge,
Before the death.
Who ever knows
Their own damned fate.
Or is fate blessed?
None ever guessed.
You're under press,
You're taking tests.
You are an ace
But tired of mess.
You dream of space,
Some spare space...
Completely split,
You wish a place
To have a sleep,
To have a rest.
Or you have zest
And feel the best,
Possessing money,
Fame and lex,
Relations, kinship and alliance,
Descent of blue blood and so on...
Go to a hex
Or someone else,
But you won't learn
What is the next,
How much is left
Before the edge,
Before the end...
28.03.2018