Two thousand twenty two
Has kicked
Twenty Twenty one
From his position
But somehow
I keep getting hit
The stings of anxiety
No stopping
From the middle horizon
Missing airs
At home
How many years
abandoned
However
From the eastern horizon
Still holding the steps persistently
Because of the fingers
Still not grasping the dignity
Who knows
where
I have to choose
Longing is getting hotter
Take me home
However
Shout out
Past insults
Still shaking in my chest
who promised
Won't go home
Before reaching
The peak of glory
