Alienated from the world
Licking with my lips a sword
Beating reddish eyes of dream
Lacking vision that’d be clear
Looking through the broken glass
Seeking for obstacles to pass
Matching wishes with the needs
Brushing wildly curly weeds
Changing name that was “naпve”
Climbing walls of false beliefs
Reading letters in smoky air
Writing whims of misty hair
Keeping memories alive
Losing any right to fight
Hoping for the better mood
Knowing I`d be understood
Miss you, my Pure Little Man
Missing everything you can
You are the one who makes me strong…
Where we are now?
And what’s done wrong?
waiting for you
© Copyright: Critique, 2001
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