Dveře se zavírají

Dveře se zavírají, the doors are closing and I can’t see

The girl that was standing in front of me

Like most things in life that were there

Naked, pure and bare

I coupled a couplet and created a rhyme

Much like those subsequent patterns in my mind

I held my breath and then let it out

Trying to plan this route

While quiet and discreet motifs will repeat

Meandering to a trotting beat

Inconsistencies may be found

Similar to distortions in a sound

Miniscule and negligible these tribulations prevail

Like being lost in a storm of hammering hail

Cold and concussed avoiding not to rush

Nor banking on pulling a royal flush

For a ramblin’ man may not be a gamblin’ man

But both bluffing our entire lifespan

Despondency does not need to become autocracy

Leading an existence into mediocracy

Hearten your stance because only through exuberance

Will one stand a chance