Like a dog lost by his master
I'm walking through that muddy snow,
In hope for a new disaster,
Where and why - I don't know.
I'd ask a casual passer-by:
What am I seeking here? Why?
Who needs me? And what do I need?
How long will I contend and bleed?
And no reason to complain
That life is sorrow and pain.
Within I'm a stranger - so what?
The world has changed. But I have not.
No time for rest, no place for parking,
No words to bless, no words to damn,
Even the dogs - they meet me barking,
I'm also alien to them.
Along this life - eternal ranger,
I've been forever doomed to pine.
You could not understand me, stranger.
Walk on your way. I'm walking mine.
Lost
© Copyright: Виктор Ковязин, 2011
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