Last moment of life
When lying on the deathbed,
Delaying final step
To pass to an afterlife,
Revising living thread
Before the last doorstep.
Remember childhood dreams,
So full with brightest wishes
Of happiness, success and sense,
All ways like beams
So straight and auspicious,
That you’ll pass without tense.
But you have grown up and understood,
That real life is no idyll.
It's far from wishes and reverie
With ruins in lieu of childhood.
The pathway will lead you to the idol,
Who’ll turn your mind to slavery.
And only now you realize -
It wasn’t your path,
It wasn’t your life,
All your decisions weren’t so wise.
Someone was leading you through wrath,
To turn your being to eternal strife.
Lost dreams
© Copyright: Добровольский Сергей Александров, 2018
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