My friend is on his way,

And others stab too badly:

�The snow won�t be in May,

So stop behaving madly.

Just be another girl,

Be adequate and normal,

Accessible, informal,

Be pleasant doll with curls,

Say only �yes� and �no�

Forget at last for ever,

Be comprehensive, slow

And draw away your �clever�.

But world�s reshuffle shows

New yellow horns in darkness,

The mess of feelings, sparkling,

And mysteries below.
It�s difficult to solve

These enigmas so quickly,

One must combine the soul

With haughty nuisance weekly.

So how could I embrace

A lot of questions here?

I�ll stay with you, my dear,

Inadequate my brain.

You are an armor from

The arrows which are toxic,

The wall of orthodoxy

Will hide me like my home.