Nothing came to me and asked,
-“Where’s your way, what is the task?”
I really can’t answer, my dear,
Just come little later to death,
I’ll think of it when I' m near
To go to my latest fest,
Don’t make me pass the test
I’m looking for place to rest,
Not final, but intermediate,
They think of me being idiot)))
And Nothing is not nothing to me,
We’re having fun in places to be,
Who’ll give us the right directions?
Or are you listening to your reflections?
It’s the purpose of live elections,
Of soul and body and mind connections,
Use, baby, the computer internal brain,
That’s given to you while playing a game,
Was there a lottery?
Not here, in pottery!
Nothing
© Copyright: Дхармасоул, 2008
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