The Sun shines down... Dawn"s cradle, wait for me!
I AM a child, but not the Child of Day.
Repulsing ray attacks, I seem to be
A dream to see, a thought to go astray.

What"s life like? Parrying blows to cast aside
Your doubts - hesitation makes them grow, -
To shadow minds, misguided, drowned in Light,
To stumble when you"re climbing up the wall...

So I preferred to be a fugitive,
A distance runner down the sordid dreams,
Eternal, unalive... I haven"t lived,
I haven"t died... I cannot die, it seems.

But some response, some splash of urgent sense...
Not sense, but feeling, makes me drown in it...
Regained my sight, I"m thinking of defense...
I"m scared of myself a little bit.

This feeling tears tired mind to shreds
And breaks to splinters my bewildered soul...
Is this a World"s Great Love? Oh, no! Oh, yes!!!
Or, may be, just an echo of my own...

Август 2004 г.