Recently, while i was thinking, with my skullbone slowly shrinking,
'bout achieving certain goals,
I've come up with some ideas, which i somewhy clearly see as
Being of no use at all...
Well, their uselessness seemed clear, so that i've begun to fear
That my thoughtfulness is fake...
And I thought that i went crazy, as my braincells got bit lazy
'cause a little sense they make...
"But, who gives a damn exactly",
Said I to myself abruptly,
"everyone is just the same...
Let'em burn themselves in blame..."
late nite thoughts
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Try reading E.A. Poe's poems... i.e. "The Raven"...
you'll see where i've got the idea from.
and you'll clearly see that my poem is far from being excellent or at least "good".
Тунгусбек Вададаев 01.08.2006 00:07 Заявить о нарушении
you'll see where i've got the idea from.
and you'll clearly see that my poem is far from being excellent or at least "good".
Тунгусбек Вададаев 01.08.2006 00:07 Заявить о нарушении