You’re sweeping on the endless road

I see how now your precious gold,

turns to grey and ugly rock,

that fades away into the fog

embracing all your childish dreams

you crave for, though it seems

they suffer from the anger you have fed,

so now your hopes and gone and dead.

Forgive me if I’m way too harsh

but I know what’s like to be bent to ash –

when screams are silent, pain is cruel

and Death is adding rage as fuel,

so that you get drunk of all the sorrow

and you wonder whether there will be tomorrow.

This is a state of being dust.

Just wait until you cover all with rust,

which is starting to devour

all the beauty, happiness and power.

That’s the place where I see you going

because your hunger for more is growing

fast and you’re losing the trust –

now turning irretrievably into lust,

for which you have an enormous desire.

You want to get higher and higher.

Listen and stop where you are,

don’t go way too much far.

I know that the fruit tastes so sweet

but the time will come and you’ll bleed.

I’ve felt the overcoming temptation

but this way leads to frustration.

You see them all looking so friendly

but inside they hide poison – so deadly.

I’ve been where now you are standing

Do you like the time you are spending

or the faults you are constantly making,

while you try somehow to be faking

your behaviour in front of the rest?

This is not some kind of a test!

You can go back and pick up all the pieces.

Just hope that your woeful wrath releases

your heart. And then you’ll live again,

no matter how much life can be insane.

Go, jump or stay!

I’m the only one who won’t go away.

Remember, I’ll forever be your friend.

Come on, don’t worry, take my hand!