There's a Clear Blue Sky Over There.

Why does everybody seem to either rearrange or reprogramme themselves what subsequently involves, triggers spacing [miles] away from me? I mean, I'm fine with all that stuff and all that matters you all have, want to alter with yerselves but why pound into grave silence? No, and it cannot be true nor the case that it's a my-person-triggered change, no, that can't be it. Though, it can't be denied, all of them had some encounters, more pleasant or a bit less, with me, the evil self.

So by this train did I go, traverse to the unsolicited land, that train which on weekend days, do I believe, has led the party ongoers to their party vault.

Likewise yesterday's thought about to realize, the one which banged in my mind while on the local 187 line, half-glad, hals-en misere, I projected to myself a vision of that same self taking a glance but from a different point of view - the trainy one, that is.

So now that I befind myself herein, I do project another me from the other time yet to come with a song echoing and accompanying in and to my mind. The vision being not so a far away one, of the days to come, the marvelous Thursday when the soiree will have begun. With fondness do I sweep a glance on what has been so dear and close to me for 3 consecutive years. [For] it is after those 3 yrs and after the destination that more sorrows haunted and wreaked havoc on my mind.

For, why do I keep asking my [commonly known as] cheerful self? Why, on Earth, can't you, the great mind, manage what's trapping you? For, it will only last, let me count... 4 not even full days! Consolidated by the following 3 sadness-free ones! And so are we already past Załęże and further do we travel up the railroad to the destination of 3 yrs to pass it poignantless to the land where my brain shall be put into a hybernation slumber.