What do you do,
When “wind of change” is coming?
Get scared and hide?
Or greet with open arms?
And clime the World’s
The highest, snowiest summit?
And meet the storm,
And not afraid of harm?
What can be worse,
Then swamp with its stagnation,
And dreadful swirl
Of boring days and nights?
And words “unknown”
Dark intimidation,
Which paralyze the will
And occupied the mind?
I smell the wind of change.
I know - it coming.
I’m ready. Eager.
Can not wait to clime
The highest mountain,
That people call “becoming”,
And be myself. Be free.
And learn again - to fly.