When your brain eats up the heart with a snake,
In his own life,
So that you could not be zagryty.
Not every path is already expensive,
Not everything that hurts is pain.
To someone it is not enough - it is a lot of,
To someone it is a lot of - simply a zero.
Everyone in childhood, flying in a dream, admired,
I was not scared,
He did not fall on the ground with his face,
Beware of the Creator.
After growing up, they stopped flying, only walking,
How to be.
Instead of wings, spatula clod,
From sin under lock and key.
Hello, told me a new day.
And if not too lazy,
With him, say hello, with the beginning of the universe,
To hear in the evening - good-bye.
In the evening, quietly praying,
And go to bed lying down,
Think a little ...
And thank God!
Do you remember how your mother fed you?
Do not remember already?
And it was kind and cute,
Perhaps the best life story.
Sometimes I watch the plane take off,
And the heart stops.
Who would have thought that this would happen?
There are people in the sky.
Have you met people who are rude to you a little?
Or a lot, it does not matter already ...
So far, they have heels in cow cakes
And such a cake in the shower.
Billionaires have billions, millions of millionaires.
I have about the same thing ...
But from nerves.
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go