Existence

Walking in the darkness of duel day,
We even not to try find the light.
You and I are chips in the fireplace-
Just throw and we’ll burn without fight.

Some of us just seek so good place in life
To sit down in chair and relax.
But in ours backs always drive in knife,
And it is good, if is not the axe.

But turn your look, and you will know-
The world is a mirror of soul,
Life is a book, that you always hold.
But you can’ t to read and go on
to live in darkness!