too much truth
to choose the one
too much truth
to stand on the ground
too many voices
out from the crowd
too less power
to shut all them up
too much hate
and too much pain
the worst thing’s when
they are the same
there’s too many
right clear visions
and too many
wrong decisions
too rude game
to be quite sane
today you preach
but then – betray
too many fights
but no one bleeds
it stays inside
to swell with years
too much truth from all the sides
too many names to be stroke out
too much work for my mind
too less chances to stay outside
too much truth
© Copyright: Фридрих Зазнанский, 2010
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