What Am I Really Left With? Poem by Yaroslav Shtets

When the day and night are intertwined
For you work from 9 to 5 - showing off your specious mind
To ingrates, who don't comply - let you tumble whereby;
For in the face of drastic crime - you toss aside this paradigm,
Though it's unceasingly in prime - you feel downtrodden - not the time.,
To halt - you won't evade, and what a tie.


Thus, has it all been worth - going down to the wire?
If deadly, yes - don't you dare be appalled to go this extra mile!
But...


Do you really live or wait a while?
For when the end transcends the old beginning
What you are left with - that is speaking.
Thus, do you ever go mountaineering or find yourself in a park?
No, it's a burden - ever you be in a rush;
For when the second hand strikes 12 at 5
You better call her - she is alive,
Then wear the clothes on and say goodbye
For these 9 and 5 don't measure time
What has left - that's merely right.


A leap of faith is all it takes - for flaws to be replaced;
Now, choose to live - stroll in the park or go mountaineering,
Find yourself laughing and cheering
Both - alone and with ones who are candid, so with them you can be splendid.
For when the end transcends the new beginning
What you are really left with - that has meaning.