Some people say their dreams out loud
but I prefer them to enshroud
in darkness, rain, storm and cloud,
with my strength and might endowed.
Some people yearn for gods, spirits
but I prefer my mind and wits.
No exceptions my rule admits.
In my soul no deity fits.
Some people search for happiness
but I prefer to digress
from all the honor and success
to a place with no address.
Some people crave for love and sense
but I prefer to dispense
with such pride and pretense
at my own risk and expense.
Some people want to be great
but I prefer my own fate.
For better days I cannot wait.
To live today – it is too late.
*Painting “Dream of Icarus” by Sergey Solomko