Closed in the tin of my own
I forgot about the essence of the world
Remembered in this dance
Whirling , I come in more and more deeply
Inwards of my own images
But it's not me who is the riddle
On which all looks for the answer
Nor even none of you
We are only the element of the puzzle
In order to find
A right place in the suitable time
In order to not destroy the world
In order to not overlook it's chance
Of participation in evolution of the life
And then look in to the eyes
With the pride - not a shame...