Plot

One child asks the other:
- "What is it like, to be here?"
And gets the answer:
- "You are near, can't you see?
When asking, you get closer.
Forgetting - far away, no chances."
- "How often should I ask to be"?
- "Just when you are asleep."
- "I see. And I am not. Then why
To ask, and why you look at me,
As though I am not free?"
- "You are, and you are not. Try
Being thoughtless, find your spot, your state -
Whatever makes you be and
Understand, that game worth playing.
But writing your own plot do not cry,
And don't identify yourself with words.
Though facts about life are sour,
And you don't know the future, oughts
Of your are still the same -
to know, to study day by day yourself and
broken will be cage. So would you like the door
Being opened, or want you open it
By your own hand?"
- "And are you present still, or dead?
The speech of your is rich and both of us are here,
but I am near maddness,
and the door - I'll open it to you, my friend,
but you should come with me, be silent,
Though arguments are clear.
We enter it without questions, end
Of the path worth hitting, but it continues now,
Whatever door you pass you should be here. Trust."