Once, a man was lonely and drunk,
He came to a river of bodies and souls,
Just staring at'em making great funk,
He curiously answered their funny calls,
But didn't he know that friendship's not easy,
Not communication, just goddish teaser,
Souls are dark, bodies are sweaty,
Man won't forget that's not his pretty,
It's not your task to give a hand,
When mind in doubts of promise land.
So kind, so strange...
© Copyright: Дхармасоул, 2008
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