2021.08.30.
Balance
On the brink of day sleep is troubled.Tobacco smoke brings fear.
The new day comes into force,
One more, your chance - balance.
Surges of resentment, a circle of problems,
A sharp spiral of history.
What is the point of trying to repeat
That failed session,
Balance!
The question is only about what to say
The essence imagines giving an answer
One will notice an amalgam,
Another will answer decadence
It's pleasant to think you're the chosen one
Everyone aspires to be a Napoleon
There is a freedom of action by the stage,
When the rows enter a trance!
Balance!
A wave on the way leads to a mess,
A review requires rent,
Who can know that this is nonsense,
My drawn-out romance.
On the brink of day sleep is troubled
Tobacco smoke causes fear
The hand crumples a cigarette,
In the moment of action is a resonance,
Balance!