On the Track of Destiny

Written by Nermin DONLAGIC

Don’t wait for me old mother,
Don’t gaze at clock on the wall.
There is no time at all
According to which I could live.

Go to sleep with dreams so mild
As you did when I was but a child.
Let your intuition be driven
By your prayers to me once given.

My life is at five to twelve now.
My spring colors fade somehow.
But to admit this is very hard,
That I might end in the graveyard.

My destiny, my mother, is not
To be happy, to sleep a lot.
Heavy circles in eye-shaped spheres,
I wash away my youth with my tears.