helpless helpers
for all the cosmic gods
but still I am assured -
for all the dirty dogs
with ugly human faces it's ok.
maximalism of youth;
child in his childhood's rave
fearing of growing up for truth
fearing to confess that he's blind
lost little baby, oh no!
we ought to help him find
ours only possible road.
he's pitiful and blind
lost little baby, oh no!
our duty is to unwind
for him this grown-ups road...
don't offer help, can't you see -
I won't step on your road
my pure heart can't accept it
and sober head just cannot nod.
don't offer help, can't you see -
I won't step on your deadly road
my pure heart can't accept it
and sober head just cannot nod.
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