When the world outside's collapsing
Like it has so many times,
I just quit my analyzing,
Find my shelter in the rhymes.
I won't try to change the notions
Or affect the future years,
On the page I'll spill emotions,
On the blanket spill my tears.
As uncertainties are growing,
As my foundings corrupt,
It's so hard to keep on going,
It's so easy to give up.
When nobody gets the meaning
They start asking, «What's your deal?»
In my poems my beginnings
Are in front of them revealed.
It's a real pain, but later
You look over what I write,
Simple symbols on the paper
Make you say, «That's real bright».