The time is going, I am grown.
I carry this life on my own.
It asks me to forget my past -
I'm loosing all, I'm an outcast.
The time is going, isn't it?
Ahalf an adult, else - a kid.
Trivial customs kill my dreams -
No freedom, all so common seems.
The time is going, where's light?
All became gloomy, should I fight
For breaking these ice-cover'd walls? -
'Twill be a rainbow if it falls.
So time is going, newer world
Can be built, where all is gold,
Where the phantasy's beam dwells,
Where the heart sings like sweet bells.
@ 2006-01-20 21:31
Lost Childhood
© Copyright: Евгений Масленников, 2009
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