Philosophy

You lie on sea without pillow,
When wind is playing with your heart,
You can’t just jump; it’s not just swimming,
You’re talking here with your minds.
You can’t remember all your life,
You can’t remember even minutes,
That passed and went. It’s like a knife,
You don’t want spend the rest of life
With hundred tears…
The wind is blowing through your dreams,
Why he disturb this faithful pray?
You love the truth; you hate your fears,
The life is game, you need to play.
So now you lie alone, you’re here,
You’re more than 10 and less than 80,
And in your pocket you find mirror,
Your heart today is here waiting…
You’re born in Lviv, you love this city,
Your childhood was… Its simple was!
When you was 7 you start studying,
When you were 22, it’s stopped…
But during all this you had love…
So simple than, so hard just now…
You loose it, why? Who’ll tell you why?!
Nobody. You start to cry…
You’re lie on sea without pillow,
When wind is playing with your heart,
You can’t just jump, its not just swimming,
‘Cos this is book of all your life!..