Pressure. I feel pressure, love.
I cannot explain. Now I have to survive.
Pleasure isn`t a thing can help, and
It isn`t a piece of cake for me
To go with a worn map.
Measure of heart rate just stops,
And I have to choose what for
I should stand. Feel like I need to reinvent.
Treasure is a thing I try to reach
To make my heart so fully rich
I could be calm I really live.
The life had put a spell on me,
But it also makes me sink,
In this sea I try to be more
Then I could ever think.
It has stolen my reliance
And have gifted a new chance.
Every day I fight myself
To demonstrate I `m not a slave
Of my empty hopes and prays.
Here is my vocation,
I admit my reinvention,
I still feel I need to talk
To step up instead of
Rolling down a steep slope.
Preasure
© Copyright: Елизавета Каменщикова, 2019
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