You’ll never be able to see in my eyes
The laws of the future you don’t realize.
You look through the holes in your merciless mind.
It dies.
And maybe your memory still serves you well.
Your magic or palmistry never can tell
How far is that heaven you’re trying to find
In hell.
You do not worry,
And you do not care…
But I’m not this simple.
Not me. No more.
I’m not this simple.
No way. You know.
I’m not this simple.
No more. Not me.
I’m not this simple.
You know. You see.
I’m sorry we are like the fuel and the flame.
I tried to make changes but now it’s the same.
I don’t really know is it me, is it you
To blame.
And there is no life that we cannot deserve,
So will you take part? Will you only observe?
This state, as you know, is impossible to
Conserve.
You will not worry,
You never will care…
© Andrew Mosckalev, 10.01.2015