Running start
Vanity alienates us from each other
Criss-crossing all the sticky web of thoughts
Because it is sometimes difficult
Distinguish between small and great
Fuss - a cell for the victims of hypnosis
Although its doors wide open
Only a few of us finds
In the strength to leave her
Overcoming cramps and spasms,
Waves of despair, bursts of insanity
I tear sticky bondage
Poisonous, slippery octopus
On the way into the world of immutable truths,
Where every action meaningful,
On the other side of heaven and hell
I'm free, I start the run
Revelation, waiting for you like birds,
That are ready to fly up to the snow-covered branches
Do not scare away their rough nonsense
Because they are afraid of fuss
I left a few more steps
Towards the open door
Only to pull his head out of the clutches
Away from the close cells quickly
To the vast fields at will,
By boundless blue sea,
To wild grasses, to violent waves
Above the storm, the lightning flashed over
Faster than the flames and the wind
For nearly the speed of light
In the direction of lunar tides
I tear off the ground and, and ...
Escape from the cruel symptoms of neurosis
From the game without rules, on the performances of hateful
From this tedious prose
Bothered me, ad nauseam
Through a suite of countless rooms
The corridors of stuffy and dark
Along the highway, passing in the sky
Through the garden, covered with snow
Park, a vacant lot, there is no tuing back
Next - Runway
Push off and feel the flames
Sparks of stars beneath my feet and and ..
