Self crucified ... missed the right tree ... 😞
As if everything was to be made right one day ...
Dreams don't come true
For people like us...
As if the gods were bored
With peace in our hearts
And their fingers are itchy ...
As if we never broke people ...
Out of sheer boredom
And slept calmly, among the wastes
And then, we see bright and clear
As if we would be someone else
While mindlessly wandering through the mountains ...
As if we would be someone better
Spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet
Self crucified ...
Missed the right tree ...