In the middle of nowhere
Where no one lives
I pick up the plumps
They seem to me Chinese
After picking them up
I put them in the box
My box is really cool
It’s made of colored socks
And I barely have a clew
What am I supposed to do before they disappear
And that’s the only thing which makes me fill a fear
My heart is like a bomb
It starts to countdown
Those rainy clouds above me are like a foggy crown
I’ve always dreamed about this day
But now when it has come
I don’t fill like to be the one,
I want get back to mom
How often I told lies and took a different way
I always liked to leave but now I have to stay
I have to pick the plumps in place where no one lives
I have to fill the box of socks and roll the giant wheels
Punishment
© Copyright: Сергей Яшунин, 2008
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