Trouble

When I was a child,

I was singing with a bird,

I was flying with a bee,

round' n' round – yellow and brown.

I had many questions

like “Why”? “When”? and “How”?

there were some answers surprising me till now.

“One” is a trouble,

“Two” is a couple

which often make troubles out of nothing.

People are creative –

that's our native:

everybody knows rules but they foul up the game.

Two days ago

I was ready to flow

down the river with a blue and white freedom.

But then I saw

the red skies in Your sad eyes

reflecting dying flowers and borning stars – I stopped.

You're asking me things –

I answer You by songs,

sometimes it makes You mad but sometimes You smile.

I like when You're smiling,

so one time a week

I do something stupid like giving names to each one of Your shoes.

The red skies in Your sad eyes…