Loads are my work
Daylong labor with fatigue,
Profession undertaking.
I am the exhausted Sisyphus
Tasteless taste I am taking
Staring to the world.

Every dream of a better life
By the eve I surrender
Clearing the glass with wings
Just to forget I am tired
Beer glass where moves the tide
For my mind is wild.

Intending not I am intended
To articulate the obscure thoughts
Devoid of any sleep dreaming
Pleasure in whose sublimity
Silent words screaming
Resilient lake where
Fury of the wind spins.