Ok, it’s seems
like you don’t want to wait
Life is too short
It’s like a resort,
Why not enjoy?
Be swift, be never coy,
Each second is to sing and play,
If not – existence turns to grey,
And you just one of office slaves,
Work, children and hello grave,
It’s the end of your good days,
But the doctor knows his ways,
Sometimes he needs a pause,
It’s never pretext to remorse,
Sometimes slow meter is a must,
The doctor says: Trust me! Just trust!
Yes, now we will lose some speed,
But soon we will regain it all indeed,
So learn the art of how to wait,
Coz destiny will find you anyway.
Coy
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