When an unknown force under heaven will swirl you
And towering over others, you will cease to see faces.
But remember: there are hunters and guns,
And you're not a bird.
Lazily eating up meat and paunch, flooding later,
Belching out with a belch, claiming that you are eating more, but with laziness.
Think better: someone feeds you
At the devour.
The whole day passed, did not greet anyone.
And in the evening with you only a TV full of news,
Only a TV full of themes.
But there are no guests.
The moon rose and suddenly the dogs howled.
Other barked, while others shook and trembled finely.
It seemed to me? Or did not forget
About Squirrel, Arrow.
Someone is tormented all his life by the question,
Thinking about the dogs that live now among people.
Not in them is the problem, if you yourself are a dog
And no friends.
And Pinocchio had a father.
Son tuned to the joy of the tribal tribes.
But the Creator can be powerless,
If the son is logged.
We are looking for where it is soft, we are looking for where it is dry.
We only want the sun, away from terrible fires.
But he knows only the dung fly,
Where is happiness.
You were born to die?
Do you die with the idea of living further?
So it will be, if you want,
So be it!
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go