Dorin Popa writes

YOUR DESTINY

I free myself from your traps
and I happily find myself in your traps

I gradually withdraw myself from the sea
but my soul is like a sea during the tempest now

how slowly have I detached myself from illusions and dreams
only to cry afterwards, often upset in the autumn

and in any meeting the hopes were singing
with mild and sad tones of separation

a clear disorder keeps pushing me
to watch over the whole chaos to the end

and out of this clean débris of struggle
I always choose a pit of mud

defeated and decayed by this life of mine
in disgust, I look for a shelter in my life

I want to run away, to get rid of delays
of expectations, of spleen
but I find only delays

I happily free myself from your traps
and I find myself staggering into your traps.
 
 Bah Wilderness -- Michael Lah