The stamp of Sun on my damp life
Shows them the way to make me dull,
But void thoughts upon my mind
Just throw me to the ground…
The echoes gone and I believe
That morning life is raising now…
The thing, one tries, he won’t achieve,
For empty world goes round…
And so I’m now,
I wait for them,
I’m loving Her,
I hate myself,
I’m torn up,
But still alive,
For empty world goes round…
22.04.2003
Round
© Copyright: Антон Ли Круковский, 2003
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