DON'T BE OVERCONFIDENT

I look in broken mirrors. Countless little worms from Alamus gather around me, hordes of wild beasts surround me; my existence is being robbed. It would be nice to take off like a foreign coat next to my ominous shadow the secret urge of Fate, which unexpectedly settled on my ruin days.

I would carefully hide the thread of tragedies and despair through the buttonhole of what happened to me, and unfasten the iron balls of my burdened years from my limping leg. Agony is constantly throbbing in my sick heart. Worlds thought to be far away, tortured faces retreat into their molehills; man can fight with great distances even for centuries, he can fight alone without meaning.

The past pulls you down like a benga-heavy anchor rope, because you are unable to part with your childhood, because it constantly reminds you of who you once were. Even the reefs of distances are often left behind in love, just as they are in feelings. The impossibility of goals still hovers in front of my soul, in vain! If there isn't, and there can't be, someone will make it come true once and for all.

It would be nice to cling to words that can be deciphered, that cannot be avoided, that do not lie or betray the Man. Like a melancholic wild animal, the one who has shown himself to be true and honest continues to thrash around in the waves of Being, because they can never be liars and miscalculate their feelings. As a wandering Moon, where can one find an Evening Star that loves and comforts one?! He falls into the Time-marred helplessness - if he needs to, if he doesn't. Because the insatiable Hope has also become Luther, this twisted traitor!