I’m getting closer to the line
This road is yours, those three are mine
Five roads, but I’m still feeling fine
One more and all what’s left - sunshine
Nobody tells, but everybody knows
That it is only till the morning
We keep in mind while time just flows
We spell:”The last!”, next week returning
Next weekend - this shit in my hand
I sweared myself, but couldn’t stand
This circle has to have the end
This life’s to live, not to pretend!
08.03.2005
Roads
© Copyright: Анна Стессель, 2010
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