The new life

A new life is scary,
holding a green "mog" in my hand,
counting or waiting - the hours goes by,
 and after a while we do not even ask why...

like ants, like grass, like whatever on this round planet,
moving, breathing, drinking, being,
sometimes loving, sometimes being ourselves,
and sometimes image we were elves...

but the most of the time, the new life is scary
until the death.

beeing myself

once upon a time I wrote something like poems,

maybe not poetry, nor literature and sincerely not art,

just few thoughts of myself,

just a little part...

once upon a time I was myself - the human being,

happy like a cat,

once upon a time I did just what I wanted,

now I am turned up side down like a bat... 

once upon a time there was the other me,

so whatever, so strange, so not me at all,

still happy as ever, maybe even more,

for one is sure,

the today's me is more,

me as i ever was before ;)

ans still happy as a cat!