DON'T CHOOSE THE STRAIGHTEST ROAD

They call him a rag picker, an inoffensive fool

He knows the truth about the World, he knows when it'll end

He'll burn the fire without a match

He'll find the food in the city park

He moves in space and in time

He's known the physics laws by his own experience

They call them primitive and rude ape-men

They know the truth about Earth, they know more about her beginning

They drink the water on a desert

They'll find the food in forests

They move in space and In time

They travel beyond the Cartesian dimension

Survival - the basic law, but not the principal one

They are here and they are there

Or here and there both

And also they can be

In many different places at one time

And in different worlds

But don't you think

That they can be dangerous

For this well-ordered world

We all can do these things

But almost no one wants

Don't choose the straightest road

Don't pray to the Gods of Rain

Pray to yourself to outlive these dry days

Don't pray for sunny days To the weather's Gods

Pray to yourself to survive the frost

Cos you are the sacrum to yourself

So much easier to blame a god

Than believe in yourself

Believe in your strength

Don't pray for happiness

Try to try to find it in yourself

Nobody said it'll be simple

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