smoke in the wind,
my breath burns,
as if my lungs were full filled with fire,
my heart pump charcoal into my veins.

My sight seems blind,
because it's filled with the shadows of the past
and the ghosts of the future hunt me,
as i walk through the alleys as a stun man.

every step hurts my soul,
because there is not much left
of it, and i ask for my old lovers,
what happened in past is long gone.

The sun shines on the sea-line,
the fog walks around me,
creating deceptions as i walk alone.

i see lady forms in the smoke,
i hear laughters on my hears,
i drink the last drops of the wine in the bottle,
through the glass i see myself,
as empty as the bottle,
the sun keeps rising, the time keeps flowing,
while i try to hide what's left of me in the clouds.

...

"you should never walk in a lonely road,
even though we all follow our on paths"

i walk in the alleys of life, while my burden keeps growing
and making me wish to leave it,
but i wonder what is waiting for me on the next corner,
a new passion, or a new blame to keep.