On a little stone
Looking at the castle
I have to conquer
Before death comes to me!
It seems, I may cross the river
It seems, I may not even reach there
It seems, I may not climb the hill.
As it is evening now
And all my efforts brought me to reach here
That I can only see and smell the goal
But cannot touch it.
The river between me and the hill is not only obstacle
I’m not the person counting difficulties
But the place, my small stone I’m standing on
Has become my cage
And I’m unable to run towards the castle.
I’m cursed to stay here
Until the stone is broken
And I’m forced to leave the stone!
21:18 Monday 7th November 2016