You are the Universe's son!
Off step the time and space. You play!
Unlike itself, Life owes you one
And, may I say, it does repay.
Rewriting history in songs,
Elated in your own despair,
Ironically sting with thorns.
No one's to blame - they're never there.
Could you escape to utter bliss,
Regretlessly, without a thought?
Elliminating all the mist,
Do you believe sense can be caught?
I don't. But you, you hunt the truth.
Beware, for what you ask - shall be!
Life grants you life the way you choose -
Ever obscure clarity.
Vertically
© Copyright: Алла Белоусова, 2009
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