I can't stop to enjoy this instant,
Mind, you are so distant.
Where can I find the way to my home,
So tired to meaninglessly roam.
People want to get away from traps,
I want to stay inside mine.
Having many naps
Doesn't make me feel fine.
Maybe, I will get to feel better,
But not now, it is too much to say.
Worrying about things that don't matter,
There is me, who I betray.
Distant
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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