Inside of each of us there is a dream,
The burning idea not leaving the scene.
While living according to it- I am serene,
Disregard for a bit and I am losing the steer.
Is it reasonable? Most probably no,
But without it I have nowhere to go.
It is like an inflammation deep in a soul,
Or emotion which you cannot control.
I see no more motive of living without,
To be a person who is afraid to shout.
I chose to act like a courageous scout,
Who will stand up after falling on ground.
What drives me to follow it is very simple:
Long time ago I was caught in a whirlpool,
Touched the bottom and gave a parole,
That never again I will follow a uniform norm.
