My soul leads a weird double life
Pretending to be jolly and light-hearted,
It suffers from being constantly at strife,
From searching for the seas and ways uncharted.
It helps without asking to be helped,
Without thinking of a heavy load to bear
But good intentions always pave the hell
They fill in heart with ruthless dumb despair.
Life’s passing by, we leave it all to chance
But when it gets to us, it’s often late to worry.
Who dares think is punished in advance
And nothing left but feel remorse and sorry.
To seek the truth is no longer true,
And whopping lie is now breaking through.
22.03.2011
My soul leads a weird double-life
© Copyright: Игорь Евтишенков, 2011
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