"Myths"
Everyone thought for once:
Why We?
Why Do We Live?
But the answer was never given.
After all, the only fact
We will die.
Everyone imagined
Freedom.
More precisely, its ideal,
After all, democracy is a screen of morality
Whatever the people did not rebel.
And of course everyone dreamed
About love,
Love without borders.
The one about which they wrote
In fairy tales,
Where the princess and the prince ...
But in general ...
Personally, my opinion,
What Love, Freedom and Essence of Being
These are just myths,
Self-expression.
What would comfort yourself.
Popovich Andrey
Note: I apologize for possible errors in the poem and I hope that your comments in the future will help me avoid this.
I also want to note that the original of the poem is written in Russian, and this translation is rather an amateur than a literary one.