Days of hermit’s joy are swiftly fleeting,
Threat of silence loads and loads your chest,
Sticky fear of folly chokes your breathing,
Makes your head its firm and cozy nest.
Remorse is heard “Was it worth my trying?
Someone surely suffered more than me. “
And your insane brain is feebly crying
“Am I able to retort the Destiny?”
If you escape the dumbness of society,
Your time slows down; your thought becomes your foe.
People are united by each other’s loneliness
For everyone a shell fear has prepared.
A small effort – and shutters are teared away:
Now world, which was disclaimed, is lashing from the window.
You cry: «What’s wrong with you? Take a look around,
There are lots of shells, but life is one for all! ».
Not only cocoons – cages there in the window,
The endless stars in planet belts.
And boundless space around.
No end, no edge the Universe has.
Then, filled of will and resolution.
Mutilating hands in blood, you’ll brake the walls.
In the middle of the endless cavity,
The loneliness in heart you will find again.
