Idly standing at the shore,
Breathing the salty air and dreaming
Of a bright future. I long for more
Of this pacifying solitude,
Looking at life with a new attitude,
Realizing that I’m not in control,
That life is like waves in a storm,
Throwing you around like a ball,
Taking you wherever it takes you,
When you are to lose, you win,
When you’re bound to win, you fail,
Without a purpose or destination you sail
In the open sea. At the mercy of fate,
Trying hard, hoping strongly for something great.
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© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2014
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