Do not sleep your heart, Onegin,
Do not pave your life with reason,
A day will come, thunderously,
That shall turn your world to prison.
Lock the treshhold from your cravings,
Leave, when dawn is just a'triving;
Only once you will be given
Moment of "to have", not "striving".
Words meet silence, empty hollows
hunt the darkness, count the countless
Breaths so shallow...