Do you really know,
what does it mean:
To count stars but
to stay on the ground?
It means – you must play
but you’ll never win,
You are to work
but won’t get a pound.
Do you really know,
what is the shape:
Of their words inside,
their thoughts indeed?
You can say, "It’s okay"
but they make you shake,
You may have strong will,
but they’re gods – you’re a kid.
what will my sunday bring?
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