Worth

What's worth, it some day should be over. For Worthy it's NEVER too late. One can break away from disorder Just as keep own path smooth and straight. Of one's deepest is inner fear Of vast seconds blown far away, That there's always time to "drop-a-tear" And say what is NEEDLESS to say. One's so much afraid of reflection On the sparkling bloom of the Lake of Gifts that, ran out of objections, Swears never to make a mistake. Another still hides between mirrors Deceiving all 'round and himself, Inventing the Black Holes from scissors, From Folios - ascetic's Cells. As said, all we've known has been falling, But now there's much more to dream About, of... Someone's calling Is always heard behind the Stream. We all wonder as just as parents That symmetry now DOES exist. Then why we, receiving fate's presents, Are any time forced to persist? 24.01.2013. NikA