Which way to be, if life is aimless
If all you have is wrong and low
I'll also die, I am not deathless
I'm also purposeless, you know
Which way to step, if road is absent
If goals are blurred, faint and far
If you are sated with own present
With faces, muzzles, fleshes, farce
If all is dead, insipid, dreary
If days are rid of any taste
And even thought of being happy
Is just an entrance to pain
If light and rightness are not given
If mind is rotten, dirt and weak
And to be honest is forbidden
To be sincere is a sin
If you are inwardly a stone
For others greedy cruel legs
If all existence is pure torment
From first of moments till the end
If all is so, we are quite common
Are parts of single poor game
Where each tomorrow shows bottom
The only place, which truly waits
The only place, which truly waits
© Copyright: Сергей Новиков 16, 2021
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