Speak with me when it is time -I will tell you what is prime,I will tell you what is right,I shall purify your sight.Speak with me when no one listensThough your courage truly glistens,Speak with me when no one hears -I will be eternal ears,I will be eternal eyes -Those of universal size,I may open many doorsAnd to show you where each goes,I may help you find the wayWhere you'll never be the prey,Where you won't be rubbish shelf …Where you will become yourself.Where your deeds are all the right,Where your conscience feels alright,Where your never know the fear,Where inspiration is so near...But speak with me, speak at long last,And please, get rid of this disgustAnd never fear what they think,I am your only and last link,I am your only and last chance,I am what's being called "six sense",I am the vision in the light,I am a sunray in the night.So speak with me with me when times are hardFor I am your eternal guardWho's granted vision to decideWhat's good and bad, what's light and night.So speak ! I'll tell you of your lifeWhether you should emerge or dive,But if your thoughts and deeds were foulThen I will speak myself - your soul...
Успех
What does one strife for, if not success ?Constantly pressured, each day in stress ?What do I care ? Listen or not -Poem's successful, still being hot.For politician it's measured in voices,And for musician it's all in the noises.For the reporter - it's in sensations,And for astronomer - in observations.As for the priest - it's measured in souls,And for each medic it's counted in bowels.For common mystic it's in divinations.What of the killer ? In annihilations.For simple writer it's in the novels,For complex digger it's in the shovels.For undertaker this one's in corpse,For the oculist this one's in orbs.It's in new places for endless strollersAnd for all merchants all in the dollars.And for the army it's in the wars ...Now do you see where successful one goes ?And for the planet it's in the us.Want be successful ? See where this goes ?Or will prefer not to race for success,Driving as madman, always in stress ?Spirit success now is being so rare ...Poem's successful ... what do I care ?
