So many boxes, drawers, and containers
Of non-importance that are kept retained thus.
We keep the ashes and reflections.
So much confused if only lose connection.
We pick up everything, collect, and store.
I wonder why, the reason and what for.
When time has come when winds grow stronger,
We won't be able to hold it any longer.
CHORUS:
It's not too late, make up your mind
To change the fate. Stop being blind.
It's not too late to turn back time.
We can create a new world and shine.
21.10.17
So Many Boxes
© Copyright: Артемий Авдюшкин, 2026
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