There are days that
you burst of happiness
and you do not hide your face in seriousness
which you wear every day.
There are days that
you deny your dignity
that character who knows how to stay in
society,
that plays every day.
These are days
you suddenly find your truth
the taste of freedom
the lost fantasy
and you kill that sheep in you
for a long time now
and that never bites,
that always says yes
and - chewing the cud - vegetates every day.
There are days that
you would burn the city
just to see what will change
in the world of every day.
There are days that
you do what you never do
and it's the only days you know what you're doing
but it's only days.
The only days that
you also say some truth, laughing
you enjoy a little freedom
with a little imagination
and you kill that sheep in you
- for too long now -
that never bites
that always says yes
and chews hemlock all day....