Don't play with the serpents of emotions,
They bite so hard, that there effect is always hard to discard,
Don't live in the fictions of your dreamland,
Don't your time with them you spend,
They will be dissolved soon into the muddy send,
Don't trouble yourself, don't aimlessly here and there you roam,
How many times I called myself to stop this nonsense and come back to home,
How many times I utter these words inside me,
How many times I really wanted this, witnessing my long journey,
How many times I cried to follow my inner voice,
How many times I was angry with myself, selling the soul for the small price,
How many times I have been defeated by the temptations outside,
How many times I helplessly took, again another ride,
Can't I say, this nonsense is going to persist how long?
How long I will go decisively with the wrong,
At last, at a point I will have to through, all this, for a new start,
At last at a point, I will have to stop ignoring, the voice my of heart,
At what moment that golden point is going to arrive,
The golden moment for which, I always strive…