Who why when or how?
The better question is to ask.
The way we do - we're only try
To be oursevles, we only truth resemble,
That one when we were youth.
When we were kind and mostly
We remembered our roots, not loosing beauty
Of our minds, that boosted were
By emptiness of their, when had we no ideas, truly,
When did we what we want, when life was only now,
But we remember not those days.
Ideas - they somehow our images made simple,
And being old is being dull, though people say,
That some don't want to loose their wicked games,
That make them wisdom seek and day by day
They're gaining freedom.
By Gyslyakov Sergey Vladimirovich and Guslyakova Karina Andreevna.
Wicked games
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