There’s some pain inside of me suddenly appeared.

In the mirror, I see thee, and my face looks feared.

In smooth circle there’s only smog – there’s no me inside.

With the hard crust of the ice light of day is bound.

I want light to be released, but my hand is frozen.

Seems to me that cold’s increased, and my way is chosen.

I don’t grumble at the cold – Sun will bring the light.

You! Don’t grumble, just be bold, and accept this sight.

You can open all the doors – do it, do it, please!

You’ll see truth and you’ll see false. Ask and be released!

1995