Every morning looks the same -
Start the day and start the game:
Put on smile and hide yourself,
Lock the soul on highest shelf.
Smile to those, who're playing smart -
They made lies a sort of Art:
Games are played behind your back,
Just relax - and they'll attack
Smile to those, who just don't care -
They have own Gods to care:
Gods of Scare and Mistrust
Eating their souls to dust.
Smile and stay as much relaxed
As you can. Or you'll be axed.
Work as if you're simple tool
Save yourself by playing fool.
- What's that life? A sort of joke?
Is it just for random bloke?
- No. That's life around me.
Crying souls just want to be free.
Every morning
© Copyright: Александр Ващенко, 2008
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I have no care for anyone
They cannot stand on grounds I take
The enemies are far long gone
By now there's nothing left at stake
The freedom that I used to seek
I understand and search no more
No use attacking frozen peak
THat stood a million years before
Ильин Денис 05.11.2008 10:44 • Заявить о нарушении
They cannot stand on grounds I take
The enemies are far long gone
By now there's nothing left at stake
The freedom that I used to seek
I understand and search no more
No use attacking frozen peak
THat stood a million years before
Ильин Денис 05.11.2008 10:44 • Заявить о нарушении
Sometimes there's nothing left to say
The life looks stupid either way
The window shows some cloudy day
You feel yourself as Adam's clay.
But what's the point of standing still?
You're not dead yet. It's time to thrill
And if the world is grey you feel,
Then you can colour your own wheel.
Александр Ващенко 05.11.2008 12:45 Заявить о нарушении
The life looks stupid either way
The window shows some cloudy day
You feel yourself as Adam's clay.
But what's the point of standing still?
You're not dead yet. It's time to thrill
And if the world is grey you feel,
Then you can colour your own wheel.
Александр Ващенко 05.11.2008 12:45 Заявить о нарушении
Thank you for optimistic verse )
I always paint my chariot's wheels
Though colors blur just as it goes
Illusion's never getting real
Ильин Денис 05.11.2008 17:06 Заявить о нарушении
I always paint my chariot's wheels
Though colors blur just as it goes
Illusion's never getting real
Ильин Денис 05.11.2008 17:06 Заявить о нарушении
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