The only place, which truly waits

Which way to be, if life is aimless

If all you have is wrong and low

I'll also die, I am not deathless

I'm also purposeless, you know

Which way to step, if road is absent

If goals are blurred, faint and far

If you are sated with own present

With faces, muzzles, fleshes, farce

If all is dead, insipid, dreary

If days are rid of any taste

And even thought of being happy

Is just an entrance to pain

If light and rightness are not given

If mind is rotten, dirt and weak

And to be honest is forbidden

To be sincere is a sin

If you are inwardly a stone

For others greedy cruel legs

If all existence is pure torment

From first of moments till the end

If all is so, we are quite common

Are parts of single poor game

Where each tomorrow shows bottom

The only place, which truly waits