Hiding in the shadows,
like a ninja retiree,
I am no trainee,
I like to grow my bee
and be happy,
no worries, no sorries,
a series of movements
are still inside my inner screen,
What could have been,
My body can't keep up
with all this crap, the map
It's full of sap, that trap
has sprang, the spring is far away,
and
Winter is coming,
without any iron throne,
We are all under the dome
of Time, this time
It was better than my last try,
I wonder why?
So long ago, you know,
to bury
another century
on training, aiming
to not repeat
the same mistake,
so fake, God's sake,
I need a break.
Good night!
