Poem: A fool's salvation.

Where it comes from and where it goes
How can be failed for not knowing those
If I don't know, does the breathing stop
Then why suffering by opening an imagery shop ?

Why bother to find whose soul whose breath
There are eyes, tongue and sharp teeth
So better is - loot as much fun as you can
fish - rice, fuchka, meat or sugar cane.

Why wanting to be scholar, theoretic !
By reading mountains of books why arresting
huge body into the cage of imagery soul?
Why to obey such indulgence like a doll?

I don't do...