ef. i. ei. ar.

of standing still
in this revolving world
of ageing at the speed of light
of walking alone
of losing roots
of entering the game again
of missing the right bet
of losing once more
of being unable
to plant seeds
and grow branches
of losing myself
of tasting the apple
of what's buried inside
dying to come out
of losing strenght
of disappointment along the way
of not crying
of the path that lies ahead
of loneliness
most of all,
of me...