At the Border of My Nation - Diary of Dreams

The sky ranges the past

Enclosed in ancient walls

Captured in memories

A kingdom to survive

Immortal silence gathers illusions inside

I see the desert sand

Whirled up by the feet of war

A mournful eye in isolation

Blinded by a silent spell

Slaved to my debility

My future in those hands

That I can’t move

Like a victim

On his knees

The guidance still mine?

I take the blame

To find salvation

And I await

The worst to come

The guidance still mine?

Tomorrow seems remote — so distant

My expectations evapurate

Leaving nothing to breathe

Another day to survive in silence