Before Journey

I cannot move the sea
from one place to another,
as others did sometime ago;
its waves took me, for some time past,
and nobody noticed the sign.
The furious maelstrom occlude me,
after I found pleasure in rage...
dragged me down in depths,
in doubt and disbelief...
Someone said I'm lost and blind,
by cruelty and malice.

Lazyness shook wories out of bed,
boredom is no longer my fate.
I laugh away my catatonic stupor,
and innstruct the future,
to scatter its grains of sand
free of gall and faint.
I rived sticky idleness off my eyes,
and escaped from the prison
of my own reason for a while,
reached the edge of the new world,
waiting for justification.

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