How could it has ever been
Something that once we thought
Becoming isn’t come to be
And wellness doesn’t always mean pork.
And when the times go by
Over and over, seasons in rain
Dark nights, blue or grey sky
Brown leaved ground instead…
Although we’ll hopefully expect
A change from the passing time
To come in order not to affect
Us from what we must have done.
So I’ll tell you all the sun is
Still big, shinning, leading star
Our bodies depend in life from this
So thankfully recognize : is not so far!
All agony of perhaps ruined dreams
Must be sign of raising ambition
Hope instead anger seems
To figure out inner purpose of creation!