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There are few ones on your side -
And even fewer who can grow
To break one day that cursed Row.

So now relax, and just have fun
In being this ... another one.

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 The Earth is cradle for the men ...
But that is just the part of plan,
For it has yet another side -
The Earth is sleeping deep inside.

And with the Earth sleeps humankind ...
There is potential for mind
That was forsaken long ago,
The man preferred to lay it low.

That man preferred to fall asleep ...
It now, like newborn, breathes deep,
Yet knowing nothing of his kind,
There is little use for sleeping mind.

He has forgotten whom he was
And he has still so many foes,
Who hunt for him in own dreams ...
He's always victim - so it seems.

He may believe in thousand things,
To these beliefs he always clings,
But there is yet the other side -
He's sleeping deep, so deep inside.

There are so many forms of sleep ...
You'll have to make a quantum leap
To free yourself of dream's clutch,
All what’s at stake - it's just too much.

There are more than one way
To end the night, to bring the day,
To step past shade, becoming solar,
To soar high, to fly as stroller.

If you are victim - you shall suffer,
Your tortures will become all tougher,
And day will come, you faith'll be shaken -
And from that pain you'll awaken.

If you are stronger than the rest,
If heart still beats in own chest,
If heart is always full of fire -
Than your solution is desire.

Destroy your cage in own wake
And grow inside you what it take
To shape your heart and mind in one,
To dive in self, to dive for fun.

Awaken now, awaken, sleeper !
There is still time before your reaper
Will take you out of this life ...
Just throw away your fears, dive !


If own fire will be lit
And on the paper it will feed,
And for this guide in dire need ...
Than it is yours - and so be it.

Зверь внутри

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
And pain now serves as some sort of rite
With no means to heal the tortured soul …
There is but no cure for things that are foul.

No target to strike, no foe to fight …
That doesn't look good, that cannot be right!
And all of the might have too died within,
It sank in the void and cannot be seen.

Nowhere to go, no reason to live...
Until it's gone you will never thrive,
You might gnaw it through - yours life golden cage,
But that'll only feed this beast's endless rage.