Sometimes I dream about

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Sometimes I dream about
Walking away from the crowd
And turning myself into the dust,
So I would again never shout
And never think what I must.

As for now, I have no doubt
That human being is too loud.
Only a seeker can afford himself
To lose his mind in what happens now
And to leave it all being itself.

So I seek the truth never thinking.
Every day I just keep drinking
The same small portion of wine
And watching the sun blinking
Before the clock turns to nine.

Then I do not say more any word.
In the evenings streets are painted gold,
The wind keeps tenderly blowing.
This is the pleasure I can afford
Leaving behind the knowing.

But one day it slowly returns
And my heart heatedly burns,
So I find myself somewhere else
In the place that quietly confirms
My seeking without any words,
Where I touch my extra sense.

So, when my soul suddenly calls,
I submit myself without any defense,
Because I know why I suffered the brawls
And what awaits me behind the fence.
If I can’t run, then I will slowly crawl
And won’t regret any last pence.

24.07.2025.