We can nothing to do
With this crazy world.
I have nothing to say,
I’ve got just one word:
“Hopeless?”
People will never change,
World will never re-arrange,
So this life is loked ring,
And everyday I think:
“Hopeless…”
Everyday I open my curtain,
Everyday just the same picture.
I want world’s burn down,
I hope THAT just a bad fiction.
“Hopeless!!!”
Day by day we’re awaking…
For what? Great Intention?
It’s a test for surviving…
I’m stuck in my dimention…
“Hopeless…”
Hopeless
© Copyright: Дмитрий Кром, 2007
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