Sorrow and relief

 

Where are the times of ancients?
The times, in which you simply could exist,
Could build a pretty hut and live in patience,
Just sitting there and meditating on a sunny East.
 
Where are the times of peaceful being?
When there weren’t any sign of progress.
These gadgets and devices, they’ve changed the meaning
Of communication, we’re all so hopeless!
 
Where are the times of a human conversation?
Now people only trade their empty word!
And that disease, as I suppose, not only in our nation
This problem has already occupied the modern world.
 
Where are the times of pleasant walks?
There are so many things to see outside.
Instead of this you’re sitting in a tight box!
Because you’ve got the Internet inside.   
 
Where are the times of a pure emotion?
I mean the love my friends, you get?
There’s nothing left from past devotion.
There’re only faces to forget.
 
Where are the times of those relationships?
They were all build on people’s trusting.
Now people only sink these trusting ships
And they don’t care that it’s disgusting.
 
 
Where are the times of an undying hope?
The times, when you got a rejection of your loving feelings,
Your spirit weren’t so broken then, oh nope
You just kept moving on, you didn’t stop believing…
 
Nowadays there are many evil, harsh young lads.
I’m sure they will be glad to pick you up, take care.
How bad that I were not the one you needed…no regrets.
Let’s think that it was not a horrible nightmare.