Fly

In a garden of thousand tracks comes a peace,
There golden sunrise from the wonderful years.

A treatment of light and shade from a groove,
leaves an all easy hint, also tracks missing you.

Look, the way is so far in the griefs and success
where you pass from spring till the spring will be dead.

where roads all lead to the entire Maze
invite you with quiet and mystery daze.

if you don’t like it - live and return to the start.
you’re standing at random, from the roads apart.

when you’re choosing a way, Heaven could be so far.
that, what awaits us, can be hell or a star.

it may turn to the river, ice-cold water torture
where you may drown, left alone by the fortune

or may turn to the road, tracked by somebody else
who designed, but couldn’t. You’re live damaged place.

so, in wonderland valley you’ll follow the way,
in the road you’ll be taken aback with the rain.

you’ll create to yourself unbelievable way,
to walk there all alone and not turn anywhere.

maybe, you should have stayed in the Garden,
walk a little in silence. Quiet causes the trouble.

farewelling the dust and when meeting daylight
to wait and believe, there’s no choice. Any kind.

hundred thousands scripts past and we’re leaving the way.
Your hand are as wings. You’re free. Fly away.