Стихи

Reflections

The further path, the heavier gets heart.
The bitterness and vainness of existence;
But so nice is this frail and dainty art,
Seducing and accepting no resistance.

My limbs get frozen, slack and enervate,
Like willow's twigs-braids, overhanging brook.
But what's the sweetness being in the state—
Decadence state and withering 'way look.

The ghostly, bod'less garden of Klingsor,
Full of deceit and unexpectancies;
But failure to achieve the Eden's core
Bears death-wish to recover from disease.

The choice exists: to contemplate th'illusion
Or to become frustrated by th'inverse.
Take pills of happ'ness—and live in delusion
Or suffer, watching real Universe.

June 5, 2021