28 January 2013
T omorrow is the start.
H ow will my life pan out?
E verything got so dark,
U ntil I learned to shout.
N ew things on the horizon,
K icking out the doubt.
N ew thoughts are rising,
O ver with this drought.
W hen it all came clear to me.
N o choice was really left.
I had to rid the fear from me,
to save my life from death.
The Unknown • Opuss № I