The buried talent cannot grow itself
When I am forced to make a choice
To put my fav'rite business on a shelf
At which I used to rejoice
I've found some 'useful' matters for my life
But they aren't thrilling in my case
The only thing I feel is inner strife
I suspect to be on a wrong place
I hear the voice inside that's calling
The voice of my forgotten dreams
I've learned that life is not appalling
Real life is not what it seems
I threw away that strangling useless stuff
My life is guided by my dream
This simple change's appeared to be enough
For my face to start to beam
I hear the voice inside that's calling
The voice of my forgotten dreams
I've learned that life is not appalling
Real life is not what it seems
Forgotten dreams
© Copyright: Денис Гольбин, 2014
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