These ideas like nightmares.
When they do not tell tales anymore.
When they sit and think without bringing anything into action .
Whatever they say has no bearing.
It's so scary to detach from chain link and show them a freedom.
Because they see I'm a hopeless child.
Rogue in this world of empty words.
When I be able to get the freedom.
I will consider these minutes golden.
I will feel this moment.
And next time I will own it.
And May be I appear in the sanctum or drown in disgusting ocean of people's sins.
Just let my spirit sneak into the lyrics.
And later you can hear a holy words in your headphones.
Proud of freedom
© Copyright: Андрей Замоскворецкий, 2017
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