Sometimes I look through the window
The all I see is my native town.
Someone in the car is sitting at the signal
And a crowd of people is walking around.
Sometimes I feel like in a prison,
I'm tired, I'm nervous, I'm bored,
Especially in winter season
I want to fly away like bird;
To see the sun, the stars, the sky,
To have a trip around the world
Without sleeping every night
And may be even something more.
Great things appear in my dreams:
A waterfall or boundless steppe,
And sometimes little purling streams.
And there is no way to escape
From things which happen everyday.
But still, I dream about winds,
About valleys and landscapes,
About green grass covered hills,
About universe and space.
But stop! I woke up in the bed,
I heard a strange and loud sound,
Recalled one main thing and said:
"Oh, no! I've got to go to school right now!"
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© Copyright: Олег Верещагин Владимирович, 2008
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