In past - only Heat desires
Tomorrow - a foam of Hopes.
Should you to look for a Reason
to see in Endless expanse?
"Arrogance Myself" requires -
with thunder Pull down the Walls!
But Mind, like eternal freeman,
just calls me about Mischance.
Select - Emptiness or Darkness
Your business - is Glint of waves
Someone is coming alongside,
Someone makes his own ways
My thoughts crush over my Practice,
vain Words - is a Shadows complaints.
From Top - only stones of landslides,
at Bottom - Infernal blaze.
The leaves which remaining here
are groaning with whisper of trees,
murmur "What a Heavy portion"
and Drought and permanent Dearth
Tomorrow get step - disappear,
to having your destiny easier.
Exchanging the Joy of volition
to Crowd - "You're - one of us"
Want way?