Searching for Sense

Trying to show your feelings clear and fair
Just get involved into a foul affair
Even a graceful angel in the skies
Turns out to be a villain in disguise
When you make up your mind to surely leave
There is a point that keeps it hard to cleave
Throughout the hills and canyons of the world
The human souls are battered barren wold

And you rove

Upon the peaks of suffering and woe
The fear of height is your abhorrent foe
When in the lakes of tears you’re diving down
You should be warned that you may wish to drown
Walking along these tight grey city lanes
The rotten air around constricts and banes
While overcoming suicidal wills
You find out you’re tilting at windmills

And you clove

Throughout the hearts filled up with sucking void
Depressive thoughts are so hard to avoid
You start then musing life is doomed to fail
And there is nothing left to strive or flail
Until you find pure souls for you to lean
And realize that yours is getting clean
And comprehend that sky is still so sheer
And understand that anguish is to share

In your cove

You walk together through the city lanes
It’s tight and narrow but you have no claims
And though the end is near it’s widely drawn
And there’s still some time to dream at dawn

And to rove

8 октября 2013 года