Words and the phrases, it's all illusive,
And doesn't matter if that's correctness
At four a.m., when returns intrusive
And crazy feeling of being restless.
You realize that the world is drifting,
You are afraid of your thoughts and senses,
Strongly suppressing this urge for shifting,
Stupidest feeling of being restless.
Waiting for call - as a need for air,
Silence will strangle your soul breathless,
Throwing the ashes to feed unfair
And cruel feeling of being restless.
Restless
© Copyright: Elsie, 2010
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