I come up to the sill,
Open the window then.
To fly away’s my will —
Goodbye, my foes and friends.
I wanna spread my wings
And leave my sinful home.
My life ain’t what it seems,
My life’s extremely wrong.
Tho’ I seem a happy man,
Unfortunate I am,
‘Cause I’m obliged to lie
So that I would survive.
My life is void of truth,
My way of life ain’t smooth.
I hate all that I do,
Can’t help it, sad but true.
6.10.96, 25.07.97
45. The Will
© Copyright: Феликс Ремов, 2020
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