As a soulless merchant i wonder with my luggage of imbecility
Looking for a bargain to fulfill my dreams
Surrounded by the ever growing paths of uncertainty
Faced every roadblock as it may
With weapons of smoke and spirits
Intoxicated with passion to success
Mercilessly deciding on my paths to be chosen
Never cared of the consequences and the perils
Pity myself
Scars on my face
Each time I forgot to mention God’s name
Conscious process I may smile
Yet I was unable to feel what I possessed in my veins
In vain I may call hope
To establish its conquest but I was the pity one that swallowed
All my dreams and hopes