Life is always what have I done at all

To Olga Shaumyan

I've been here. In this street, in this bar, in this plot.
I've been again in this street, in this bar, in this plot.
Because I've done something.
And there was a purpose.
To all my wrinkles.
Even though the wrinkles, I believe, weren't the purpose.
The wrinkles came because I had the purpose.
In this street, in this bar, in this plot.
I was anxious, things could have gone wrong, I missed a heartbeat.
It's easy to dive into the moods. To count the suspense
of things past.
And past again.
But I rather breathe the air. My past seems unlikely.
While is even less likely that I haven't done anything at all.