March 6, 2012
Poem#10
The time will come when one will ask: 'who am I?'
Am I a creature living in a lie?
Is it the most apparent feature
To look for eyeless sheep
Which can't discover
The long and lonely weap
Behind the shiny cover?
Or may be this is wrong and I'm a half-god
Who rules the world of dreams...
Perhaps solution would be "both",
At least like that it seems.
We all are all and we are nought
The weakest slaves, the mightest kings,
The universe, the dot,
The demons and the angels lacking wings,
All things are mixed together,
But what is at the heart of us?
The answer shall be locked forever.