Long years… though I have lived thirty seven short years
Oscillating helplessly between feeble smiles and tears
Wavering right and wrong between my peace and fears
Losing myself every moment I lose enemies and dears
A long nomadic voyage my journey has been and is
I sigh in fatigue, and seclude myself from my worries
My memory is tattooed by a dozen of lethal failures
And it will always be since the day I mislaid my cheers