Leaking faucet
One drop follows other, the rain
Inside of the rock, which got used to the waves,
But still has no clue of the shapes
Or fluffiness, weirdness of clouds,
They run back and forth, what about?
The faucet like children stubborn,
One drop follows other, was born
For set of the goals and intentions,
But someone who's first didn't mention
Of point of my destination,
And now every day I'm at station,
They look pretty different, and still
I cannot be sure for real,
What trip I should take in a minute,
I'm happiest man, but don't mean it.
The faucet has done obligation,
No time, that is only one station
Which left on my trip, now I guess
If chose what I needed, impress
All thoughts in one moment of breath
Because it is last, you have passed.
Don't worry, if something's behind,
Then future is going to find
That something what probably skipped,
I want to be under not R.I.P.,
My heart and my logic have gifted
Me chance for again, I will lift it
To brightness and joy of the sky,
It's always not easy to learn how to fly,
Your wings are uptight not forever,
Eventually all we can try, and finally fly if we're clever.
Abilities mean nothing more,
Your brain is not servant, my feelings are for
Internal attempts, and I try,
Tomorrow?
Or millions of years?
Don't matter, there's never good bye.
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