Poezja

Who am I inside
A beast or a mind
Do I coincide
Or cure the blind
I dare to know
Why I am
Watch the show
And fly again
See the people 
See the routine
Life is simple
Don't feed the machine
Hear the organ playing
The sound it swells
Can you tell what it's saying
As it cracks your mind's shell
My spirit cries
For cleansing eyes
And in my time
Every night dies