Some thoughts of mine

When my eyes will get tired of watching
And my legs will get tired of the walk
I will spend rest of my life searching
For the roots of undying big oak.

When my ears will lose their hearing
And my lips wont be able to talk
I will spend rest of this time cheering
All the hearts I have ever had broke

When my hands will have nothing to handle
And my lungs will have nothing to breath
I will light up an old waxy candle
Smiling wild with my whiteness of teeth

Films about the ancient brave heroes
Make me feel like I’m one of them
I’ve got diary where I’m drawing mirrors
They reflect who am I really am.

I see splashes of light in my shadow
I see mirage of Sun in my sky
One of clouds has face of my fellow
And I wonder who taught him to fly

I hate lies from the angles of mouths
I catch truth by its traces of gold
I live life as it has rest two hours
I say words which have never been told

Places differ thanks to their landscapes
Faces differ by their eyes
I judge people by their handshakes
And I stay on my own if it’s mine

Letting down our hopes on the better
We stay out of the hopes after all
Always hope for a thing – it does matter
It constructs our life overall