Arrows on the clock
Go unusually faster.
Sometimes you had luck
And were a love master,
Now you are just a boy
Sitting on a sofa
Watching films
And afraid to return.
Don’t cut your wings
But close your eyes
On unpleasant things
And fear won’t survive.
Now you’re normal a boy,
You miss your own past.
In life you were as toy
But that was last.
All were very far,
You had some fame,
You reach your own star,
Have fear and want to return anyway.
If you will think about future life -
It’s so measly to play some roles,
So let’s conquer another high
And start new chapter without big holes.
Don t afraid
© Copyright: Саша Джай, 2012
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