Allaneelatud uhkus
vähene puhkus
loovad kõhtu musta puntra

Through the ground.

The spark is gone

if there ever was one.

Worthless piece of shit

floating down the river,

so colourful and blue.

Incapable of moving, 

so brown and will-less

taking space and time 

of focused ones.

Just wondering about 

the colours and movement

and luck-runners beauty

out of reach.

Surrendering the flow,

but hoping for a light.

Hoping for something.

Anything.