Ask yourself

Sometimes we stuck in problems,

In other times - in friends.

We cannot see the power

For self exchange quite well...

 

We make decisions speedy,

Not looking on its ends:

What happens to a pitty

And fool events we've built?

 

Imagine there's a dreamer

With colors, lines to draw.

How could he stay with people,

Who wants just more and more?

 

That thing reminds of ocean,

Of crowd without end.

Have you a magic potion

To heal your poisoned friend?