to get lost,
in a place not too hot,
with the shadows growing and whispering.

To get terrified, you have to be worried first.
Before that, you should be deeply concerned, probably after been suddenly distracted.
In short, never get distracted.

To get through,
You have to start,
And then, well, to get through.

To gloriously come back,
We have to ******* first.

To have a strange feeling
About a weird situation
Is normal.

To lay down and feed inside
The fading memories,
The growing weirdness.

To live with you feels at times like to be attached to a wall,
With this wall erratically moving.

To look important or relevant,
You have to look human in a friendly way first, Remember this.

Tomorrow will be another day,
Tomorrow will be,
And you, please, stay.

Tomorrow, I will be once again whole,
But today is a bad hair day
Of my soul.

Tomorrow will be, and very soon,
Tomorrow will be, on Earth an Moon,
Tomorrow will be, for you and me,
Tomorrow will be, tomorrow will be.

Tonight,
Don't  go your separate way,
Just be near others,
Just stay.

to not understand,
you have to think first,
the stage people are usually skipping.

Thank you for being,
But not too much.

Too late was yesterday,
Today is once again too early.

Too many fallen leaves,
Too much strangeness in the air,
And the air is cold.

Too many is too much,
And it's still too many.

Too many secret rooms
Aren't good for your health.

Too many books,
Too many faces,
The strangest looks
And sudden mazes.

Too many of me
Too many of you,
We can't understand each other.

Too many people don't think,
Too many people don't understand,
And a huge amount of people wrongly think, that they understand.

Too many roads are spoiling travellers,
Too many travellers are ruining roads,
You better stay home.

Too many words,
Too many meanings,
Too many feelings,
Not enough of thoughts.

Too much of a cold wind,
The mailbox is empty,
And the shadows are too pale.

Too much thinking is a slow killer,
Think about it,
But not too much.

Too much thinking is a slow killer,
Think about it,
But not too much.

To open windows and to close doors,
You need some room.

To smile or not to smile,
That's a bitter choice.

To some galaxy far, far away,
I am ready to go
And stay.

Town is left,
All toasts are brown,
Only birds with forgotten names
Choosing each a suitable lawn.

translating the Chinese modernist poetry in English
is a sublime occupation
after an evening pizza.

Tell the truth and duck,
Or get up and pack.

Try trying or die dying,
But make up your mind.

Try to be happy,
Even if it's making you sad,
Be happy and go to bed.

Twists and turns,
Drops and burns,
No returns.

Two birds once flew to the South,
They came back, founded a family,
Became proud Northerners.

Two black boxes put together
Are creating a black hole,
With flying colours inside.

two different monsters
are inside of my soul,
that's why I'm happy and whole.

Two magical solutions to everything are "keep trying" and "just wait". One of them does the magic, the other wrecks everything. You just never know, which ones, every time.

Two magical solutions to everything are "keep trying" and "just wait",
One of them does magic, the other wrecks everything and is a bad fate,
And you never know, which one is which, for any man,
Luckily for us, about this we usually don't give a ****.

Two people,
One love,
Nothing else.

Two people met in a bar,
Of different sexes,
With no plans for tonight,
And so it was quite alright
To talk and to smile,
To touch and to touch again,
Forgetting one's pain,
And wanting to start again,
All over, and again.

"To be or not to be?" is never a relevant question,
"What's going on and why I'm here?" is a better suggestion.
There isn't any answer to both of them, would be worth of mention.

Two times nothing
Might become anything,
If pointed into the right direction.

There are different types of rain.
All of them are wet.

Umbrellas against swords -
What party will win,
Before rains, and winds, and words?

Under the sun,
Even the most incredible people
Have only one shadow.

Unthought, untold, unseen, unfelt,
And then forgotten,
And then left.

Until I'm back,
Keep a place for me,
And look at this place with a smile.

The civilisation is tired,
We want bread and coffee,
And be left alone.