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 Looking at my wistful sunburnt face in fretted mirror,
 Sleepy eyes are catching flight of restless butterflies,
 Rewinding years back... I wasn`t figher or corageous hero,
 I was afraid to touch the blaze, I`d better think it twice...
 My road wasn`t laid with roses and jasmine petals,
 My ears didn`t always listen to the nightinagles`s tunes,
 My sleep from time to time was broken my thunder rattle
 And nose didn`t always smell the blooming cherries fumes...
 My life is nimble zebra striped in dirty white and black,
 It seems I`m always sneaking scary to get a knife in back,
 I just have strongest instinct of self-preservation,
 Trying to get round obstacles and toughest life frustrations.
 In other respects I`m just an ordinary human being,
 Walking to and fro in search of some unknown meaning,
 Surfing on the waves of gloomy yet amazing life,
 Never dreaming to cut my strongest wings off in this strife,
 Lost in desert island but I`ve got the vigour to survive.
 Diving into gripping depth of fears and doubts,
 Brushing all despair away like trail of road dust,
 Swinging on the curves of destiny like on a roundabout,
 I won`t let my life be covered by corrosive rust...
 ~Svetlank@~