The endless again

For love man is a vessel, it’s a doll.
Sometimes he’s useful, for some time…
But when he’s done, he is outside the door,
Lies on the roadside, dying.

And everybody watches, going somewhere else,
Cries it’s unfair and cruel that you are dying there.
The point is, they do it for themselves,
Imagining it is some kind of help – to stare.

Somewhen there is a man who’ll pick you up
And you will see your own reflection in his mirror.
This driver won’t be mind that you are sharp,
Instead, he’ll you give the best place on his own pillow.

Then comes such happiness – the very life;
The two of you are day and night together.
You found yourselves within each other’s sight
And there is just one thought that matters, - “it’s forever”.

There is no one who knows where does it start;
At first it is unseen, but yet it’s felt inside.
Then, couldn’t for a moment be apart.
Now, cannot take each other’s side.

The bad thing there is always one who can,
And on the contrary, there’s always one who can’t.
The first one, it’s the owner, wants to lam,
The second one, it is the thing, wants not.

The keys are in the owner’s hands.
He feels the strength and uses his fortune;
Warms up the engine before it gets,
Then pushes with his foot a pedal down the torture.

Along the way he tries to calm you down,
Gives sweets and goodies, thinks he should.
Embraces, saying you deserve a better one,
But in the end throws out for good.

You see a leaving car that’s going farther.
It’ll pick another doll from the roadside to play.
And lying there, it is one thought does matter:
“No one will make me take this car again”.