I'm arguing for many years - and nothing
I didn't prove to people or myself
It's my mistake - I thought that I had something
But all my thoughts belong to middle shelf
I'm sqeezing drops that's left still in my soul
My eyes half closed - going nowhere
But I'm still playing, second rated role
Sometimes just squinting from the other's glare
I had enough of rumours & the crowd
But quiet place is only a mirage
Annoyed by faces? Sure, no doubt
And pile of words reminds me of "garbage"
Would like to scream, but sound also missing
Would like to curse, but probably too late
Would like to sit & quietly just listen
Would like to think that life is always great
Feb.27, 2005
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