What do you think when look at night?
What do you feel when you are fly?
What are the dreams inside your mind?
How could you be so cold and blind?
Your fear of future is your weakness
It tortures you like strongest sickness.
You’ve stuck inside your helpless fear,
You have to look around you, here.
Don’t think about the future days
Don’t try to learn its mystic ways
Just realize that all is fated
And you must live as it created.
Unnamed Poem
© Copyright: Олег Харден, 2003
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