автор: stir

It`s not the time to
to estimate if I am late.
I am too alert
to put to sleep pains.

I speak what I do.
What I do, I like.
If they ask - I give.
I take because I give back.

Direction I follow only
if it pursues me as well.
I do not wave flags
if they aren`t mine to raise.

I`ve no flair for slacking
and for appropriate orbit
but I do not bet integrity
to receive form.

As a wounded calamity,
in the next one hundred years
I want to be the cause
of my own consequence.

оригинал: ТУК