Ask yourself...
I am not really sick,
But I'm not inspired,
Before incoming week
The angry faces on the street
So tired, tired of "f**king" life -
For what, for whom? You cannot cheat,
You have to live, you have to fight
Now sit alone, in private room,
Take in your hands your private time,
Look at your soul - it isn't bloom?
And ask yourself: Oh, Is it mine?...
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