Look Simply

Look at simply, companion
We just get used to put clothes on bare body of purport
and to see the grain of wheat in the heart of garden
where has papery flowers
Look at simply, companion
You just sophisticate
to keep the fact away
and you make the history
as a document
just for escaping of past ambiguity
Look at simply, companion
You see the glasses on neighbour's eyes
from the over your sunglasses
but you do not see
because you don't look at the things simply
The mirror which is placed in front of you
shows you turned inside out
You know, companion
this is not your fault
also this is not mirror's fault and not mine
and unfortunately this is not the neighbour and garden's door and wall's fault
the fault is for the one
whose wrote on the heaven's door:
"Eve hadn`t has the right of choice"
because he was affected by watching the garden's door
from the behind of destiny's glasses
Thay were my hands
that picked the apple from the Forbidden Tree