You never can predict,
But feel.
Destruction sometimes’s sent
To heal.
You have to harness
Inner fears,
Resisting life when it
Just sneers.
Not perfect? Who the hell
Will care
When you’ll assert your rights
And dare?
...Be jealous and prefer
To frown:
Someone who's ready takes
The crown.
The Choice
© Copyright: Хаос Бесконечного Нет, 2016
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