When the Last String is Broken

When it comes to my mind,

I become lost in thought

Leaving all mundane things aside

I dream about a bohemian life.

 

The earthly desires that I had

Do not keep more values then in my life.

I do not rush anymore,

Remain silent and still 

Only to feel and feel.

 

And then I discover

Whatever my achievements are,

Are the expectations of my

Near and dear ones or of the society,

And I realize that this life is not for me.

 

But some strong emotions

Pull me back each time, 

And I fall down from my line.

Perhaps these are the strings

Which hold me back to home;

However I know that each time

One string breaks to remind me of my line 

And I promise, I will be with thee 

When the last string will be broken from the lyre.