We keep running every day
Whether it's for work or home
We hurry to do everything faster,
Without slowing down the pace in summer and winter.
And in this fast pace of life,
Moments of happiness ceased to notice
And it can become soul sickness,
We stopped seeing sunrises.
And every day is like another
A string of everyday life ... a stream of people,
We are constantly waiting for a gift dear,
Moving away from thoughts and ideas.
Where did the excitement and joy go?
When I was a child and grew up,
The former sweetness of life is gone,
And I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago.
Try to close your eyes for a moment
Become a child for a moment
And I think just one time is enough
And happy is he who has penetrated with joy.
Where has the joy gone?
© Copyright: Егор Рыбаков, 2015
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