The table wood and thoughts fall on the floor
Your mind is full with something difficult and hard
You see just one big open door
But you're closed by the error and the doubt.
Where is the ceiling and the second level?
Where is the limit? Where are the walls?
Do you hear some voice of your inner baby?
You are afraid of zone with absence of comforts..
Your shoulders are loaded by hard weights
And breath is changeable and bad
The door entreat you days by days
To go forward and dont wait..
You can stay, can feel the strongest rage
But simplest way to life with smell of air
Just in the moment you can change
But you should close your eyes and dare..
Dare. Change
© Copyright: Карин Сокери, 2010
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