Where Can I Free Myself Of The

History Laughs At Both The Victim And The Aggressor.

Have I Had Two Roads, I Would Have Chosen Their Third.

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.

I Believe In The Power Of Poetry, Which Gives Me Reasons To Look Ahead And Identify A Glint Of Light.