The ghosts of lives, the future and the past,
You crowd my dreams, the only things that last…
My joys and sorrows, the mere specks of dust,
The sorry crumbs of somebody's repast.
The sun will rise with or without me,
The birds will chirp and rustle in the tree,
Predators'll hunt, and their prey will flee;
And humans'll fight and mate, complain and plea…
So, why should I have come into the world,
Hostile, unruly, angry, and so cold?
Perhaps, to bring some kindness and some warmth
To some, like me, unlucky feeling worms.
The reason to live
© Copyright: Чужестранка, 2002
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