Оbserving people outside,
I reveal the same truism:
Fools are gathering in crowd,
Mankind`s way of masochism.

I know society is caused
By aspiration of the one
For refusal from the most
Vital present of life`s crown.

Freedom, mind and perception
Are thrown away at edge of world
For the return to easy station
Of the primitive brute`s throat.

Herds are cultivating common
Consciousness forms,
Instinctive conforming
The accepted norms,

Flock is building by the stencil
Mould of personality
With ideas callous, fancy,
Bare mankind`s calamity...

The twentieth centure`s cold greet
The expectations failure marked 
Concerned with "being way" defeat,
By the "possession way" forced out.

And the yearning now prevails
To turn in property the world,
To turn oneselves in slavish chains
Of being profitably sold...

And when I rise in people`s eyes 
It seems to me I`m falling...
I stuck in slough of prejudice,
That muffles my shamed calling...

Day after day our lifetime fades
And we fight for peace of mind,
But should this calm of our fads
Lead to nirvana of our hearts..?!