Unreal man
Waiting for haven
Sit on the chair
Near the never.
What do you see
Watching the mirror?
Maybe yourself
Walking throw window?
When someone wingled
Sat on your shoulder
You’ve drove away him,
Waiting for glory.
He was your guide,
Teacher of angels.
Now he have left.
And you stay with your problems.
Unreal man
Sit on the chair.
- “What do you wait?”
- “Someone to care!”
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