Warrior

It is ended, 

It is started also. 

Sometimes, 

it gets its name from the dream, 

Sometimes, 

it gets its name from the work. 

Sometimes, 

it doesn't give sleep to the eyes, 

Keeps the night insomniac. 

Sometimes, it makes

The time to run

And sometimes, 

Throws the battery of the watch. 

Yes, 

He is the lonely, defeated warrior

Who sits in the hut

Of my mind, 

Applies the arrow

Of words

From the armoury

Of my heart, 

Pierces the ring of unhappiness

To breathe

In the crowd

To create a mark in the world. 

When someone reprimands, 

When someone looks down upon, 

He makes himself unhappy, 

He makes himself fine also, 

He finishes himself, 

He creates himself again, 

He doesn't give blame

To fate, 

Makes himself unknown, 

Makes himself known also

By keeping the sadness

On the bed of arrows.