Botjanovsky Andrey Olegovich
 
Why?
Why does not a person sleep?
Why does not a person dream?
Why is  he constantly silent?
And passers-by does not notice?
Why does he closes his eyes?
Being malicious when leaving the real works for dreams.
Why is the  tear on his cheek?
He feels something is wrong.
The answer may by simple: he is sick of the life.
It’s hard to smile hiding grief,
Everything hurts him
Nobody takes pity on him.

Is it so?
You do not understand: closely inside,
Thoughts, желанья are mixed,
Look back also on itself look
Try not to deceive ожиданья.
What is the goal anol the pleasure
To draw the line at your surrounding forever.
You see people round you are not right
And they are not ready to recognize it.
You cann’t escape sufferings living inn this sentury
And you cann’t escape the lie.

Weakness
Our weakness dictates laws,
Which seldom we will by pass,
Rules, sending to shelters,
Where we are slaves, but will understand not at once.
Someone's hands will fall again
And each time it is easier to understand:
Often act is more reasonable than a word
And weakness does not need to be accepted in itself.