I walk alone…
My tears were like a rain
Your heart was like a stone
I’m in the manner on the throne
I own the power…all alone
…No place for substance, gist is gone
Somebody’s calling on the phone
My brain’s too crowded with intelligence, perceived
The wisdom above looks like a crown
One more prostration for my mind had just received
I can’t get out of it, until my thoughts are getting down
The circus went away, forgot to take the clown
…Now he is walking on his own through the town
Searching for truth with the aim to trust
Watching so slow…laughing so fast…
However, we’ll become the dust
My first inspired madness turned to be the last.
28/09/2006
I walk alone
© Copyright: Анна Стессель, 2010
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