Remember!

I remember a village,
And a dream of a sea,
12-page notebooks, first TV, black and white,
Parents shouting names,
After streets are dark,
It is never gone forever, one day it will come back…
I ll move to a village,
Away from highway trucks,
I ll have children and call them by names after dusk.
One guy said: “you get what you want”,
Another added: “but do you want what you want?”
I have no fear, as sure as sun tomorrow will rise,
There is an oasis behind these sands.
One more loop
The life will make,
It is not fate, it is something about faith.
The Picture is clear,
As mountain stream,
The only clutch, I have no more paint for dream.
I now understand it wasn’t about TV,
Neither about wandering streets through the night.
By that time we haven’t yet read Talmud and Koran,
We had belief in simple, beautiful things.
We believed in love,
We believed in life,
So did a girl next door with curly hair,
We believed in sea,
Blue as that girls eyes,
We believed in life: funny, kind and fair.
But the sea is gray with empty bottles in it,
Life is boring, unfair and cruel,
In open heart all you get is a spit,
And we end in a bar, asking for one more beer.
It worked this way
Fine with me
Pointless aim, a type you always can reach.
Universal truth,
Hard to accept,
But, oh god, it is so easy to teach.
You let me have my dream once more,
Not all of it, just a glance on it, just a touch,
Once more I was on dusty village roads,
Believing in life, believing in meaningless lust.
Please stay,
Don’t fade away,
Don’t disappear inside some stranger stereotype,
Please, believe,
Fall and stand up,
Get lost but never try drawing a map.

Duke of Occam did that you don’t have to do it again,
You have a life to make your very own mistakes,
Others’ no need to repeat. Will be next day,
And new ways, worse or better…