So wonderful, but then, better not.
All thoughts of dream are meeting here.
All people send such best idea
In land this. How fine is some
That humanity will have done
For dream-land only of goodness thoughts.
And never would they send the frost.
But maybe not in the dreamer’s land,
Who saw it? Always dark night
Eyeless can see. But hope can
Help eyes mine to get an eyeful then.
In the heart is the eye, one can all see
Always one doesn’t close, and is free
It is observing silence in our life
And low is the suggestion, if mind
How must it think, when dream in the night.
Represents every day for me something
And what I’ll do with the trial this?
How can I stand the test of life,
And how make the decision right?
When can I find my hearty friend,
Who would help with pleasure, won’t leave
Me ever with my troubles great?
But I must simply not be afraid.
Together better, than be alone,
But sometimes I’m afraid won’t find
My hearty friend. But helps me hope,
And every time inspires one thought.
About suffering I won’t be forgetting,
Always remember hope while thinking.
The way is thorny, very painful
Alone am going myself thankful
Among thankless people here.
But life represents a good idea:
To be or not to be?! What to choose?
What answer to this question,
Have chosen I? It’s quite possible
I have done it already. My answer is simple, —
Represents every day for me the likeable people.
What is the meaning of the word thought,
Who did invent the first of the lot?
What is it made of? Who is the master?
It’s very interesting to find the answer.
But where to look for its history
And who can answer right, mage? Mister!
Someone is here, who can answer
The questions mine? Keep silent, master.
I want to know why are thoughts
So different, diverse. My God!
Why are they living all together? —
It can’t be of one mind! The weather
Can’t be simultaneously awful – fine,
But why do the thoughts live in place one.
One thought is ready to be cut,
But the other helps, and is treating the heart.
Why judge from every time by my feelings,
Are they false, or enemies?
Why are you fighting all the time, —
Go back from where have you come,
Let live in mind mine only the right ones,
The beautiful thoughts. Like grass
Let grow them gratefully and nice.
I have so many sins, but short is my life.