soulmate

all regrets, all your failures,
private issues, obsessions –
they don’t have any value
of a lifelong possession.

when you’re losing your life-guide
ask yourself – does it matter?
just rely on the nature
that is changing the weather.

think of future horizons,
stick to moment that’s rare.
leave the ones who despise you,
keep the ones who still care.

soothe yourself compromising,
way of taking and giving.
see, the sun’s not just rising
it is moving and swinging.

and this system’s a nightmare.
they might think that they own you.
you don’t really belong there.
not alone, but still lonely.

their talking is stressful,
though it’s state is informal.
and you're so tired of guessing,
what’s insane and what’s normal.

you will walk around fooling,
have a smoke in a toilet.
damn the mess that is ruling
in the head of a poet.

you may search for the meaning,
organize or rebuild it.
but you keep on day-dreaming,
trying not to feel guilty.