It Is A Game Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

still my head
it is constantly on the neck.
you are worrying unnecessarily.
even how I am falling, it not
up to your legs.

I know, that very thought
about such an end,
is exciting you,
but I have other script,
and our businesses,

are divergent.
so don't count your chickens,
before they're hatched.
don't motivate yourself,
because it can harm you.

my friend will come
punctually and will watch
performance which together
we prepared.
at the scene, we will play cards.

you have marked - I am winning.
'because it is a game
one will take,
and second will give...'
like my friend is saying.