There I go again a refugee,
the fallen leaves are me free,
I go again without prior consideration,
and without any advantage whatsoever,
other than that I am sober, kind and clever.
There I go again into the void,
I try to fit in, to avoid,
I go into the sea that I now call my own,
and I hope it will free me,
and others will see me.
I go from oblivion into darkness
I am boundless and endless,
I am a summer lark and a tree,
I go where others go to be free.
I fall within the boxes,
I try to tick them,
and I ‘d like to be me and develop,
and I go just like the wind and say hello.
by Spyros Koroniotis
