i want to have someone else's life
to get some impression of real
reveal
the sence of perpetual walking on earth
conflicting with own reflection in mirror,
addicting to useless unbearable things,
imaging the world on the tip of thy hand
growing ,collecting alone peolpe's sights,
wake up, drink coffee, and be all prepared,
in look of some smoke with no matches or lights,
in sake of some order with eyes full of fear.
who are all around, those sad crying clowns?
raising their hands to the unfair sun,
making some point, like some depth making sounds,
those, who khow power, just as power of gun.
close to my ears, so i'll be the listening,
keep your door open, 'cause there's nothing to steal
cherish the moment of living's simplicity,
to love, to enjoy, to progress and to feel.
someone else s life
© Copyright: Антон Поспелов, 2004
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