To glide in the sky...

Is it so hard? - and why

Always it's not enough

To overcome and deal with rough?

Where is a place

Where you can stay alone in space

While being open though

To people and thus to stow

yourself - not fell the snow

The blast of enormous ice

To feel yourself a useless slice

Of whatsoever unimportant?

Escorting

Your useless body

Through life - unpleasant and muddy

And knowing as if by beckon

You're dead

And as you reckon

You smile it up for second

About the way you lead

Through life - a thread

You fight for bread

You look for better

There is this letter

And nothing good instead