Traces of the past

The memories which make

The whirlwind of illusions

To destroy the castle of sanity



Just yesterday I was diving

In the stormy sea

Just today I was

Rambling in the mountains



So monotonous the travel in time

Only one destination



Sounds can be listened to while

Admiring the colours of life

Inspiration is their name



Behind the closed eyes, paintings appear

Abstracted thoughts in shadows' shapes

The irony is clear