I like to sleep, when I know
That the dream will proceed soon
and usually I think with a sorrow
why I missed afternoon.
The way I chose to reach the purpose
Has resulted me in anywhere,
The doors that should be closed
Admited inside of the slayers.
And to not remind to me no one fragment
How to not identify contrast
They're as a slices of the pie, as a components
Of one system, as a future and a past.
Is difficult to live in illusions and lie,
I go on a road, twisted as if the snake;
It is senseless to attempt to buy
Something that you can itself make.
I catch seconds, air is exact,
I engorge by a mough so slow,
The time leaves, "forgeting" about a tact,
Therefrom where I'm Today
And someone other's Tomorrow!
17. 11. 02
Where i am...
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