You see two ways. You see two problems.
And air is telling you the story
How brave men gone to their glory
Were solving same dilemma always.
No panic. Think. They lost, forgotten.
You’re still alive and choice is yours.
You see the tunnel full of doors
But locks are closed and keys are broken.
Illusion’s ruling mind of yours
That choice is yours, that choice is yours.
And mirror whispers to your ears -
You see yourself. You’re there and here.
Take hammer and decide who’ll stay.
You’ll win and lose. Come on. Be brave…
Your shell is going its last way.
You made yourself and made my day.
How difficult is to speak with a mirror
© Copyright: Вениамин Понкратов, 2019
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