Stereomir Baksa - “3“

“3“ I stepped inside. I crossed the borders, Wondering what my life was all about. I was so scared by laws and orders. I tried to flee, but there was no way out. What is this all about? Years fly fast. I’ll hold on to the last. Day by day I move on forward, I turn another page and write it down. What’s the point? Is there some justice In this overcrowded northern town? I think I am going down. Years fly fast. I’ll hold on to the last. Every year just makes me closer to the final chapter of my life. What’s the sense? I want to know that. Should I just surrender or should I strive? So hard to stay alive. Years fly fast. Winter’s come at last. Years fly fast. I’ll hold on to the last.