I wonder. Gosh, I'm stupid but I wonder,
Is life a gift, a curse or just a wonder?
It starts somewhere by the higher purpose,
Where grows holy flame of purple roses.
It ends when all those crazy dreams are ended,
Though they have been so marvelously splended.
It goes, flows, flies as rollercoster,
But all experiences we've got are hugely cost us.

I wonder why my soul feels so silly waisted.
All victories are bitter coal as tasted.
And why I can't see clear my tomorrow
And where my destiny I desperately borrowed?
Life never ends of bitterness and hearteche,
It goes around to the point where it started.
All starts again in an eternal cycle -
Are we so stupid? Are we saints or psychos?

When life will end, there are all the same to wonder,
When eyes are closed for good
And wooden box goes down six feet under -
What was it all about? From the very start?
Until this time, despite all pain and heart despair
We still have time for everything to repair
To make allright that everything that broke apart.
We still have time until the other time
To make the living suitable and fine.

25.01.2023