Matryoshka - All Poems-The Fugitive Poem by Gencay

Everything rejected me before I rejected everything. I came running but with great happiness. But all the doors were closed on me and my enthusiasm escaped to distances that I could never catch again... I don't remember when I started I don't know when I quit My mouth is a tobacco field If my liver is Purple, wine grapes.. A person would be that careless! I don't care about anything Nothing or everything is so foreign to me... It's like I've been living for centuries Everything, every attitude A scene where I'm bored, They left me in a disgusting hall in a disgusting movie And locked the door from behind. How big is this room? I'm on my own, I'm watching all alone. I'm watching, I'm watching. Maybe even if I have watched hundreds of thousands of people, I just can't predict the ending of this movie. Either a word was missing and the movie was ending there. Or it was said too much in a way that nobody could understand. Enough! Enough, this game is over now. I want to be free. Steal your temples to your heads! I do not believe I was created to worship! Though, I forgot As if I believed something else... Or anything... I got bored of eating, drinking, sleeping, waking up, hearing, seeing And smelling, this life And everything of this life... ah ah ah what a leak! Yes, I found myself. Here I am; Ungrateful Unfortunate Fugitive...