How could I rejoice the light
If I didn’t know the night?
How could I feel alive
If I weren’t on the other side
From time to time?
How could I try
To taste the noble fruit
If I hadn’t lived among the scum of the earth some time?
Like a sailor without the sea
A fighter with no enemy
My ego feels alien
In the kingdom of me
When I lose my cross
And my wounds begin to heal
Like the fall without
Colorful leaves
Beauty among the blind
I feel awkward
When I’m not
Falling down
03.11.2014,
Bialystok city, Poland
