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It's all the wish, it's one's desire.

Бред наивного

What of me? I'm good, you see,

I am the one, who just broke free,

I am those one, who wants to change

Imperfect world within my range.

You people are the strangest guys -

And yet this humankind survives.

I wonder - will it last for long?

Of those my thoughts I'll sing a song.

I want to see you all the better,

Say, more slim and less fatter...

You hear me ? Healthy life rules !

Oh, you do not? Then you are fools !

Stop wasting time and start to work -

And your achievements will just rock !

You hear that? I know of this !

And hold your anger, hold it, miss !

Forget your sorrows and be happy...

Or do you need a soul-nappy?

It is a pleasure to just live -

So start to smile and to thrive !

Reject your anger, calm your mind

And leave those selfish thoughts behind !

I am your brother and your sister...

And stop looking like that, you, mister !

Move close to nature, leave the city

And thus rejoice at true world's beauty !

We are the nature beings, men,

And must accept her, now and then !

Make friends and peace in all the world -

That's our future, I've been told.

So now make peace, forget wars, please,

Hold on your fire, cease it, cease !

Reject yourself to find new one,

To see you as a divine son,

Stop webbing those words on the shelf -

"To know the world is to know yourself" !

You hear me? I know of that !

To help you see the truth I'm glad !

Hey, you, stop throwing this at me,

I'm not a jester, don't you see ?!

There is a way out of this maze -

Your mindless life you need to raze !

That's how for now I end my phrase …

No more, I can't hold your gaze !

You'll ask for future of this one,

If he became that "divine son"?

Oh, he soon died in foreign lands -

And that is how this story ends.

Побочный эффект

I've come to this for now at last -

All past no more than a dust

With dead ideals full of rust

Now blown away with fresh wind's gust.

I am much older that I seem,

No more than a chip in stream,

I am no body and no mind …

The day they die - I'll live behind.

I am the many, and still one,

All these "me"s look just so fun,

And day by day they passing by ...

It is all me - and still not I.

I have no wings - thus cannot fly,

There are no means to make a try,

And still I say - the heavens' mine,

In own dreams I soar just fine.

But what I do - I do for me,

It is myself whom I make free,

It's only I who sees the change

And all the rest may find it strange.

And in the way to consciousness skies

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