I look at myself in the mirror,
A young artist, so lost - couldn’t see clearer.
Where to go and where to drip the paint?
I might as well lose consciousness and faint.

Confused, confined, cannot define the meaning of my life.
I don’t belong to any tribe,
Combining stories of my past,
I am so lost, alas.

The right, the wrong, its all collapsed,
The life will always just elapse.
Complex and very simple at the same time,
Oh look, another rhyme.

We are rivers flowing down the Earth,
At day, at night - we carry on.
Engraving our path on stones and sand,
To greater oceans we descend.

Rain, storm and fury fill us up,
No time to ponder or give up.
Under the ice or burning heat,
We flow above or breathe beneath.

And rivers flow against the centuries and time,
And drowning sorrows, leaving all behind.
Some try to change our path and build another route,
But water only sharpens stone and goes about.

Tell me if Earth is flat or round,
She hears thin weeping willow's cry.
How planet was this built is too profound.

Tell me about the origins of life.
Where sky was dark, no sound,
Just glimpse of His first light.

Tell me about the waterfall of words
That tends to spill and drown
The valleys of my life.

Tell me about your sins and virtues.
The only truth I want to know
Is if they hurt you.

Tell me why quiet is your tongue,
And why the burden of this time
confusion and debation sprung.

Some surrounded, some are hounded,
And some corners - simply rounded.
Some lessons are never learned,
Face feels slightly burned.

What’s the most ideal place to be? 

And where in life should people flee?
Where’s home and what we strive for? 

And what worth fighting for? 



Too many questions and fewer answers.
No queens, no kings, no lancerns.
We see ourselves, we pity our actions,
Sometimes drown in our own affections.

Be strong they say. Be strong and patient.
I’m young but feel so ancient.
Who can I rely on and who is on prowl?
It’s a full moon. It’s time to howl.

A life - just one big foolish dream.
You can stay silent or you can scream.
Red substance will put you to sleep,
Are you a wolf or just a sheep?



The words sometimes are a little blurry,
Do I need to worry? 

Where should I go and where is home? 

Where is my bed and where do I belong?

Why worry about something that is not in our control?
Why do we try to fit into some role?
With endless love, fulfilled with flowers,
You'll have way better inner powers.

Not with good looks, but with heart's beauty,
You can give back your given duty.
Not with false words and deprivation,
But with sharp focus and true dedication.

Don't look up or down, but far ahead,
The more you do - the more your love will spread.
Not the platonic wild obsession -
But calm and positive progression.

Don't try to own one's feelings, cause aggression,
Stop making someone your material possession.
Do good, not harm, don't ask to give you back,
Only give and you'll receive twice back.

And you were staring at the joker instead of the queen,
With dashing good looks and a wit yet unseen,
The card was way simpler, alas -
Just listen me carefully, ****.

With brain yet so big but so drained,
You won’t able get my ordain.
With ears but yet deaf and so loud,
You will fall like rain from a cloud.

The higher you are - the more painful the fall,
Don’t climb without rope, you will pay risky tall.
What you cannot chew and try to just swallow -
Means that your spine is simply straight hollow.

With narrow, but self-absorbed mind,
I offer to you my resign.
Acceptance of your helpless ego,
Will only cause people vertigo.

People throw words left and right,
As if they are things you can pick back up and hide.
Empty promises - drifting in their dust,
Look around - we drown in lust.

What's right or wrong? What's true, where's a lie?
From caterpillar you'll turn into a butterfly.
All your problems ain't real,
Tell me what you truly feel.

Bright colors of your clothes - have no appeal.
High shoes, high mind - spinning your brain's clock-wheel.
Springs and bells, balances and dial pans
Will go out of order, out of fans.

Your words will fly away, like flock of birds,
They won't return in spring, won't come back in colossal herds.
Think twice what you let go and say,
You may not have another brighter day.