It’s Time To Choose. Poem by Alisa Evsyukova

The seconds are smashed like glass of beads
That dropped on black asphalt.
The clock is counting sluggish beads
Of chilling lifeless heart.
The existence is drifting in the waves of time,
Recalling the Breeze of Truth.
The reminiscence is watching trough immortal life
The Emergent of ancient ruts.
The endless cry of the lost souls
Wakes you from your void routine.
It’s time to choose the way and the goal
According your own belief.