My mind is dirty,
But my conscious is clear
I am serious, my dear
No more pain
No more fear
They are far from me
Though I’m near
Clown is giving a tear
For a happily laugh
Of the ghost from the gist
To appear
I am dirty
But my conscious is clean
Seven forty(7/40)
How many tickets for me to get in?
HOW MANY PLACES I HAVEN’T SEEN?
HOW MANY SOULS I’VE BEEN?
Noone knows
How many reasons for you to pose?
When the question is «Why?»
The answer’s “Because”
How many grams, many sips, many drops
In my dose?
How many thorns on my rose?
What is the force
Leading through highlands and woods
Holy spirit
Of my different moods
All my roots
Getting closer, it’s here
And I whisper
I scream
And I yell
Can you hear?
March, 2012
Ohio, USA
My mind is dirty, but my conscious is clear
© Copyright: Анна Стессель, 2012
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