"Записки Безымянного [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)
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The Earth is cradle for the men ...But that is just the part of plan,For it has yet another side -The Earth is sleeping deep inside.And with the Earth sleeps humankind ...There is potential for mindThat was forsaken long ago,The man preferred to lay it low.That man preferred to fall asleep ...It now, like newborn, breathes deep,Yet knowing nothing of his kind,There is little use for sleeping mind.He has forgotten whom he wasAnd he has still so many foes,Who hunt for him in own dreams ...He's always victim - so it seems.He may believe in thousand things,To these beliefs he always clings,But there is yet the other side -He's sleeping deep, so deep inside.There are so many forms of sleep ...You'll have to make a quantum leapTo free yourself of dream's clutch,All what’s at stake - it's just too much.There are more than one wayTo end the night, to bring the day,To step past shade, becoming solar,To soar high, to fly as stroller.If you are victim - you shall suffer,Your tortures will become all tougher,And day will come, you faith'll be shaken -And from that pain you'll awaken.If you are stronger than the rest,If heart still beats in own chest,If heart is always full of fire -Than your solution is desire.Destroy your cage in own wakeAnd grow inside you what it takeTo shape your heart and mind in one,To dive in self, to dive for fun.Awaken now, awaken, sleeper !There is still time before your reaperWill take you out of this life ...Just throw away your fears, dive !If own fire will be litAnd on the paper it will feed,And for this guide in dire need ...Than it is yours - and so be it.