Future*
The real happiness is not about conditions and terms
Requires only something hard to find
All nonsense noise of insane world's deferred
When I hear fairy voice of hers inside my mind
The endless quarrel of admired clowns is dead
Advices, laughs and idols are cast off
We go ahead through ashes of regrets
And every moment's value, all is solved
She asks me if I'm well, again she worries
Being so far from this annoying night
So I reply like there is no emergence
Would make my future vague, it will be bright.
27.06.