A forest road's turn
leads me away from sad thoughts.
Ah, if only I could foresee
the twists and turns of my life.

The autumn forest leads me
To the misty goal of revelations.
There, where I lost myself,
And to understanding... not a genius.

The paths of past years meander
Between friends and family,
With whom I greeted the dawn in the woods
And with whom I dreamed of an imaginary life.

My steps weaken, my thoughts fade,
And day after day is so prosaic.
So what is the meaning of our lives?
And why is time limited?

Poetry © Viktoras Melechinas 2021

Turns (My voice)

Cripple Crow

Queen Bee

Dragonflys

Hey Mama Wolf

Long Haired Child

Modeselektor - This

Velo

Crisantemo

Useless Wooden Toys

Pick Up Sticks

Dragonflys

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