I’m sitting at the table now
Without having dreams,
I simply can’t imagine how
To bring to life what seems.
And losing mind I’m losing you
Because you won’t come back.
No sense in starting an’thing new
Cause of the chain on neck,
The chain that chokes me every time
When I try to fly away.
If stitch in time can save all nine
Can it save what I may?
In fact this life is not for us
Cause we are made of death.
I want to leave it, even thus
My chest still keeps my breath.
And yet… before you want to leave
Think for a hundred times.
It’s never late to be a thief,
But photo… it reminds…
6.02.05.
Not At Home
© Copyright: Ольга Ингуз, 2006
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