elope...

A journey...

To the lands, which was not accustomed...

He started, but without any goodbyes...

Sitting in the belly of that speeding metal bird, alone...

He smiled about the inevitability of that elope...

Away from the ones who hates him...

Whom he loved the most...

Away from the soils he loves...

Where his roots were...

“I should have done this before...” he thought...

Then there would have been a few, to wave him farewell...

To fight for what he believes and the enlightened decoys don’t...

Is a crime; now he knows...

At least now, it’s sure that no one will wait for him...

And he don’t have to return to this asylum for anyone...