I would like to say I miss you,
Want to see and to speak too...

There is left only a brief recollection,
Of once burned in my mind reflection...

Stuck in the system, I am just a small detail.
Part of bigger picture, which is falling in vain...

Consequence of eloquence,
My mind is soaked in verse...

Magic disappears from life from time to time,
When person starts to see who once was blind...

Again alone with myself, lost in the labyrinth of...
Quickly placing on shelf, words which were lost in...

Apparently our world consists of mind games,
And everyone knows there is no fair play...

I will reassure you, it is a plain pleasure,
To live without any measurement...

Slaves for our own imagination,
Trapped in world created from illusions...

To fight or defend?
What is the purpose in the end...

Inside of each of us there is a dream,
The burning idea not leaving the scene...

Despair will impair
all what is seen on the lane...