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Pretpostavke su prave zamke
uvijek su nesigurne i tanke
dovode nas na puteve kratke
samo su u našoj glavi slatke.

Jer stvaramo vlastite slike
iz osobnih želja nove prilike
pretpostavljamo tuđe korake
ne videći međusobne raskorake.

Razmjenjujemo misli i osjećanje
to nam utječe na sveukupno stanje
vodimo nepisane dnevnike akcija
satkane nužno od vlastitih reakcija.

Stvaramo i stvorimo nove verzije
prepune kontrasta i averzije
pripisujemo odlike baš kao u basni
da ni sami sebi ne postajemo jasni.

Kako bi bilo kad bi moglo biti
da su ovce žive, a vukovi siti
shvatimo realnost u pravoj domeni
a ne prema htijenju i ponekoj želji.

Jer pretpostaviti je ipak zbrka
maratonsko trčanje i mega trka
u kojoj se prve misli krivo shvate
teško se snađu, na pravu stazu vrate.

Potpuno krivo shvaćanje u trenu
ispune razočarenjem dušu cijelu
koja bježi poput prestravljene košute
putevima koji su trnjem ega posute.

Pa distanca i ignoriranje tako boli
uz uvjet da se iskreno i silno voli
jer ljubavi se na putu spremaju zamke
a najgore su one iz vlastite pretpostavke.

S ljubavlju. Željka.

Assumptions are real traps
always uncertain and fragile
they lead us down shortened paths
sweet only within our minds.

For we create our own images
new possibilities from personal desires
we assume others’ steps
without seeing the gaps between us.

We exchange thoughts and feelings
and that affects our overall state
we keep unwritten journals of actions
necessarily woven from our own reactions.

We create and recreate new versions
full of contrasts and aversions
we assign traits as if in a fable
until we ourselves are no longer clear to us.

What if it could truly be
that sheep are alive and wolves are full
that we grasp reality in its true domain
and not through wishes and passing desires.

For to assume is indeed confusion
a marathon run, a massive race
where first thoughts are misunderstood
and struggle to return to the right path.

A completely wrong understanding in a moment
fills the whole soul with disappointment
which flees like a frightened doe
along paths covered with the thorns of ego.

And distance and ignoring hurt so much
on the condition that one loves sincerely and deeply
for traps await love along the way
and the worst are those born
of our own assumptions.

With love, Željka.