Author of quotes: Ivan Alekhin

In this world we toys,
The clockwork moths.
We fly into the light and need
We are always to be found.
On the way to the cherished goal,
We are ready to bring the pain
To push apart and throw into the abyss
Just light quick to absorb.
But rushing to his goal,
We lose our way.
Do not understand us crazy
The fact that the light is always inside.