Life rules you, you run
Search rules to be gone
You found searched way
Now rules get away
The feeling so strong
To live by your own…
You made up your rules
The language for fools
Cut off spirit side
To fight with more spite
Nod yes and it’s done
Say no and its gone
The language of rules
Is easy for fools…
Feel strong and the one
But what makes you fun?!
Have much, still in vain
And what gets you pain?
What makes your life good?
Feel taste of gold food?!
You see with your eyes
Your own ruling lies
And scared most of all
To be all alone
Cos’ nothing is worse
To stay with the corpse.
Lie Life
© Copyright: Молчанова Надежда, 2006
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