Why do I have to die?
And what kind of the meeting
Do I wait for a while?
Will I find any Goddess
Or I’ll reincarnate?
Will I have any chooses,
Chances to graduate
From a difficult college,
That’s exactly life-long.
Will I need any knowledge?
Now I think that I won’t.
Faster than cosmorockets
Seconds fly. Seconds kill.
We are put into boxes
Empty soil to fill.
I have always been thinking,
But no space is behind,
Nothing that’s interlinking,
And no seconds to hide.
Весна 2003