Lift me up and take me in search for desire,
for I have lost epiphany in my hope,
I sought my words by liar.
One by one I shake off my hands from myself,
to become less,
to be stronger,
then the fear of frightening “self.”
I’m my own last ambition,
for I speak Lycian,
Truly no understanding of my position.
I counted my last ammunition;
“shoot your shot and don’t miss….”