Sheer lies

Tired of solving an other's problems
someone asking a question – I'm leaving topic.
Useless part of a closed system
still daring to laugh.

Thoughts of becoming a foreigner arise
from those times when with a backpack
I went to those who taught that "a backpack"
is a bad rhyme
especially two times in a row,
and my Word is all over wrong...

I sit here missing my campus
unnecessarily torturing Muse.
Hearer sees better.
However
it is time to do work – I'm not Keats!
But Shabbat in it's midst,
Sunday hereafter that
and over the salvation plan
I will think when I fall to the bottom.
Someone said: "do the good and throw it in ocean".
That's just it, but too sour as potion.
Do I really the one who should care?

Sheer lies
below and above.

I realize:
even dog doesn't need me.
rivers, crayfish and gullies -
don't remember the trace of my feet.
I can't tell am I afraid, need support,
hesitate
at the meeting with God
laughed
"would", – adding fussy
or you would say "bullshit!"
Lyrics duty isn't bag of potatoes:
you can't give it away piece by piece
nor make edible [smth like chips].
And there's probably better be Word
than a Silence tho it's Gold
Evil mutual in it's root with Cold.
The sound of bells incapable to let me go.
It's strong but I am too low.
Spare me, God, from questions-notes,
– I’ll answer you anyway!
"Started quickly but ended badly"
– that only line seems enough...
Few set-ups Instead of punchline
from the capital to the very period
assigned.