walking in the desert
the phantom of the past
nothing ever lasts
red blood on your hands
like dunes of barren lands
yet there is nothing you can feel
fate is like a fortune wheel
you think you know it all
but an infant of the space
that is after all your role
no need to speed up your pace
"I am a cyclamen near the sea"
yet you haven't even see me
you ran determined and fast
never care about the past
your life is just a fake dream
you have never seen the shadow of your past
it follows you everywhere you go
that's why you never scream
in your mind there is always a smooth rain
ignoring the reality of your desert land full of vain
Maria Rodopoulou
