aren't you in on the calendars
years pass by
offended me the deamon
mirrors don't smile at my face
some is tired
some is smitten with
some is rebellious
ıt's the sad truth our life is
water years pass by
too late way of no return
the heart deeply regrets
and now wine is friend
nights are enemy for me
where are the expectations
I hoped for years
memories all at full speed
nights no hard pass for me