It all goes round and round in circles,
Self reinforcing loops,
These tragedies and hopes and worries,
Like march of pompous troops
You watch it now, like years ago -
Like that it'll always be,
There is no joy for you to share,
No pleasures, and no glee
And nothing's ever going wrong,
You have to understand,
One can but make themselves forget
To reach the promised land
No refuge in your restless thoughts,
No shelter in your dreams
Escape is always in someone
Who will fullfil your whims
Get rid of your too concious self,
Leave everything behind
There s so much more for you to have
Than trouble of your mind
Forget the odds, forget it all
And drown yourself in tears
And when you wake up after that
There won't be any fears
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© Copyright: Ольга Мартынович, 2015
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