Our choice is limited:
Or we agree
The world is definite and real
Or not
Decide the first variant
That, eventually,
We get deadly tired of ourselves
And everything that surrounds us
Choose the second way
It obliterates personal history
And all around falls into a fog
When there is no definiteness,
You are always ready to jump.
This is delightful and mysterious
State of soul & mind
Human deed
My mighty force
My last battle
I'm absolute
Your hopes do you
Timid & irresolute
You feel happiness --
Because you realize it.
There will be an outstanding force