It Doesn't Cost Much... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

I went for a walk on a sunny day
aiming to find the yellow brick road.
I'd heard it lead to everlasting May
where one could lose empty days' heavy load…

But out of the sudden the sun disappeared,
wind started to howl a heart wrecking song,
then rain came down, its hue rather weird -
an orange stained path expanded headlong…

So, step by step I followed its sign
that pointed towards a huge, wired gate.
A heavy padlock seemed to whine
barring the entry to the estate…

Then in the dark I saw thousands of eyes
staring at me through the wired gaps.
The eyes of lost dreams, their silent cries
had told me the story of thousands of traps

that had waited for them before they were born
and now they ruled their butterfly hearts.
Their little hands wounded, their growing wings torn,
their future had gone through their bruised body parts…

They had been locked behind the steel gate
and nobody knows where to find freedom's key.
But the truth is it's simple, it's never to late -
locksmith's store is just there, in you and me…