Chapter 1
July 23, 2024 at 1:22 PM
And I want to fill up a full tank
And fly somewhere to the moon.
Not for wealth or fame - just like that,
Boredom.
You know, there are so many places in the Universe
Which are worthy of admiration,
But again you pay for the fare on circus trains,
Hiding your hands in your pouches.
From time to time one destiny, one route,
No transfer, nine stops.
The lights of shop windows persistently attract you,
But not the stars.
And I can’t sit in your little world,
Among the routine, bustle and traffic jams.
I need the light of a mooring mast in the distance,
And plenty of fresh air!
