My Pseudo-Captain. So, Goodbye! Poem by Nika Aidar

So, goodbye, goodbye, my pseudo-captain,
I have to say goodbye, it is a normal frame,
It hurts, in my heart or in my brain?
What do we do in here, a walk of fame?
No interest, I should have known, I knew,
Listen to your brain, it will be fair at least,
Maybe, there are some other points of view?
I didn't know you have some from a beast.
Listen to the heart, it will be fair at most,
I listened, no regret, just ugly sadness,
I knew, I felt like, I am half - baked toast.
The train of hope in hopeless madness.
Approach I choose, is more like cutting a tree,
No feelings, no trunks, can't sleep, no tea.