There is no doubt,
Only forward,
Only movement,
That that gives.
Your standing is in place,
Your slip,
This is not even a regress,
This is a stop.
Internal dialogue,
Nothing gives you,
Constant struggle inside,
How to enter,
Just need to move,
Stop being a fool.
Inner demons,
Do not give rise,
Because they know,
That when you grow up,
With them, you will not follow the path.
You doubt and are weak,
In their filthy paws,
You are their faithful slave,
You can not do,
You can not create,
You can only decay,
You can only steal.
Enough to be a naive fool,
Your words must be a law,
You must be,
To be your own law.
Law
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2018
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