Srdjan Veljkovic

Teared up plain, its corridors, stares, and building plans.

Reality can't stand my dreams and big demands.

Time ain't in my hands, patience isn't in the tank;

Frankly, can I rely on trust to the fullest,

Hope shoots in moon-blind bullets. Spins, Russian roulette.

It's a slow route, but ain't end in my perspective,

money can't be effective. We're creatures of search.

The need is too deep. Codes of conduct poetry

can't satisfy them with products that come from 'wide'.

Wish running wild. Enough is a word meant for smart,

I wasn't dumb, but I never end my wish to hunt.

If dread intercepts my path, it won't be half-step.

Limit, an act of lack, and something to accept.

Take good with bad. Rest, spread learnings to pass the test.