The Nature of Soul

It is a translation of a poem I wrote in Russian. I tried to post that one too but PSoup didn't print the characters :( So, because it's a poem, don't expect a 1 to 1 relay. This where meaning, wings and emotions are taking over ;) When? Well, it's never. Sunset is not dawn. Forgot we eternity. Cut roots to a fault.. Neglecting our yesterdays. Don't know tomorrow. From hurt we are stinging and biting from sorrow. . We take but not giving. We give only then when know that Karma affects life and men. We don't hear the wisdom. Don't value the virtues. Where science - salvation to soul deprivations. . The presence of money eclipsed our conscience. We only wake up upon loss with no options. And then we're praying, recalling our roots. And asking for miracles, forgetting our faults. . But how can we think, after loosing "connection", that someone can hear us and remove life's rejecrions? We start our life as a brand new blank page. But only at loss, by ignoring old "stage". . Forgot we the goal, and walking in circles. Fulfilling our bodies, but soul is forgotten. And so we arrived to a crappy Sunset. But at Sunrise we knew, what is this or what's that. . So, why are we wasting all seventy years to find the Answer we held so dear? To be independent from life's ups and downs. True nature of Soul - that what matters around. . Thus, fury of life terrorizing us down, tormenting, seducing, to see if we drown. Two opposite ends we require to taste: Under rocks on the bottom. In a Palace with fame. . If harder the road - keep your Will in a fist. The bright end is near. Just don't fall in abyss. And if, life is served on a platter with wine - just know it's check, if you're greedy or wise. . Sincere core of soul will be stripped from its cover. By happiness, sickness, fulfillment or drama. No matter how high the walls grow out. Just be great human being, with respect all around.