Long Road To Home

i spent my time with headache,
more than 3 hours,
and i wanted only a cup of tea,
and no one didn't pay any attention to me,
may i die only for a cup of tea ?
i had a problem, corn snow,
the repeative music,
goddamn dirty floor,
i must find myself, once again,
smiling to another, kissing a friend.
wish i were there, on my bed,
with a cup of tea, with a book of poems,
put myself into another level,
maybe a higher place.
corn snow, broken windows,
damaged cars, revived plants,
and a hungry man who has a headache,
with a bottle of beer in his pocket,
a man who found himself in another level.