What of me? I'm good, you see,I am the one, who just broke free,I am those one, who wants to changeImperfect world within my range.You people are the strangest guys -And yet this humankind survives.I wonder - will it last for long?Of those my thoughts I'll sing a song.I want to see you all the better,Say, more slim and less fatter...You hear me ? Healthy life rules !Oh, you do not? Then you are fools !Stop wasting time and start to work -And your achievements will just rock !You hear that? I know of this !And hold your anger, hold it, miss !Forget your sorrows and be happy...Or do you need a soul-nappy?It is a pleasure to just live -So start to smile and to thrive !Reject your anger, calm your mindAnd leave those selfish thoughts behind !I am your brother and your sister...And stop looking like that, you, mister !Move close to nature, leave the cityAnd thus rejoice at true world's beauty !We are the nature beings, men,And must accept her, now and then !Make friends and peace in all the world -That's our future, I've been told.So now make peace, forget wars, please,Hold on your fire, cease it, cease !Reject yourself to find new one,To see you as a divine son,Stop webbing those words on the shelf -"To know the world is to know yourself" !You hear me? I know of that !To help you see the truth I'm glad !Hey, you, stop throwing this at me,I'm not a jester, don't you see ?!There is a way out of this maze -Your mindless life you need to raze !That's how for now I end my phrase …No more, I can't hold your gaze !You'll ask for future of this one,If he became that "divine son"?Oh, he soon died in foreign lands -And that is how this story ends.
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I've come to this for now at last -All past no more than a dustWith dead ideals full of rustNow blown away with fresh wind's gust.I am much older that I seem,No more than a chip in stream,I am no body and no mind …The day they die - I'll live behind.I am the many, and still one,All these "me"s look just so fun,And day by day they passing by ...It is all me - and still not I.I have no wings - thus cannot fly,There are no means to make a try,And still I say - the heavens' mine,In own dreams I soar just fine.But what I do - I do for me,It is myself whom I make free,It's only I who sees the changeAnd all the rest may find it strange.And in the way to consciousness skiesI have been given one small prizeWhich is a key to final cage -This given word will free the sage.It is a weapon, this word's blade,From ore of stars it has been made,And though this gift may not be perfect -It is a wonderful side effect...
