To change environment, to find another life,
Forgetting past and living fresh and novel, -
It leads nowhere but to an exile,
Fill'd with illusions, doubts, and painful sorrows.
As piece of cloud flying in the sky,
I have no home, no anchor, no attachment,
I've been conceived as alien - too much pride,
Just cannot change and do not know the reason.
Oh, happy souls of those who know their path,
Who're ever focused on well-establish'd goals,
Their lives are so defined and precise,
They have no doubts, they suffer no delusions.
Mine's not among them; still, I cannot see
The only choice, the only path to follow.
To change environment
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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