The wind is blowing , I am freezing.
My mind is empty , Calm at last.
I am sick and tired of ideas
of thoughts , that eating me inside.
I am not so clever, smart or genious.
I am just average, not that bright.
But why on Earth was born to suffer.
why not have vacant brain and work.
I am quite rude,
but arty nature
disturbs me daily ,laughs at me.
It says - you are a slave , a peasant.
and stop behaving like a queen.