Leaving Home

• Underwater Pilots
• Tranquil Places

Wasn’t it a tranquil place I left?

I am trustful.

For nothing I can grip with my hands,

But for a new chance.

Wasn’t it the false friends I believed in,

I spent my time for?

I always waited for affection,

For some friendly words.

Will I have the courage to stand with empty hands?

Will I have the courage to do what life demands?

How many disappointments can I stand

Before I resignate?

When things that once were charming

Get an ugly face.

Can I keep my favourite things alive,

The places I like the most?

I won’t be careless with myself,

I will protect my dreams.