My choice

She is trying to convince me,
That i am old and lost in time and space,
That i have change my mind
And become calmer.

But i still dwell in the clouds.
What to do, i could not arrange my life differently.
This my sadness, but is my choice.
Each lives only his own life and no one else's.

Maybe on my deathbed i will cry
Or maybe on the contrary - smile?
But do not believe me -
This is just a joke...a sad joke.


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