Fiction

We always playing games - it's easy,
We are pretending every day.
And being maddeningly busy,
We try to play, we still play.

This life is course of useless actions,
The dreams are turning dust and clay.
I feel like loosing my direction,
All I need's flame, just some flame.

RE:
Just make up some time
To find the way my soul could be free.
But colours of rhyme
Make the fiction out of life, I can let it be.

We're always playing games and dreaming,
Still building walls around our souls.
This is life! And just live, stop appealing!
Break the wall, blow up wall!

My heart is open, I don't feel blue,
My world is sparkling, full of flame.
This is my life, and I have found you.
Now it's not game. No more game!

RE:
Just make up some time
To find the way my soul could be free.
But colours of rhyme
Make the fiction out of life, I can let it be.

Bridge:
Just open your eyes, and you can see colours of the life.
Just open your heart, and you can feel you are loved.


<2008-2009 by Maria Katraseva>