It made his way out of the sprout.

People call this time spring.

I started living a new life.

And it’s easy to live a new life

I only sway in the shadows

The same young leaves.

The wind blew and we all whispered

We want to break away and fly away.

We talk to each other

If you can come off:

«Take me with you».

e in love but do not land it.

Then the hot season comes

People call it summer.

And it’s easy to live a fresh life

When it’s hot outside

But sometimes you need a shadow.

We get tired of hanging and rustling

The topics of conversation end

We are getting heavier but for now, 

we stick together and I whisper:

«Would you like to fly with me now?»

You say:

«No, but I agree to a short walk

Or a little trip through the autumn fog. «

I notice that I’m starting to turn yellow

And the strength leaves me

And I never flew anywhere.

I am a yellow leaf

You can go crazy

How quickly autumn came.

I was the first to fall from a tree into a pond,

And you’re looking at me from above.

All my friends break away and fly down

Only you are lonely

You tremble in the wind:

«I am so sorry,

That you and I haven’t gone anywhere. «

I’m wet and drowning

Caught on a blade of grass

Like a drowning man behind a straw.

When you come off and fall

I’ll already be at the bottom.

       Наваждение продолжалось долго. Потом я подумал, а откуда оно появилось? Подсознание? Думаю, что слово “подсознание” не совсем корректное. Вполне возможно, что наваждение продукт врожденных инстинктов, с ним мы можем жить искренне, как живут дети. А сознание, оно порождение приобретенных  инстинктов и позволяет лгать и оправдывать ложь.