Why don’t we fly away with clouds?
Why aren’t we free like birds in the sky?
Why can’t we cry and sing aloud
About our feelings? Why? Oh, why?
Why life’s so murky and unclear?
Why can’t I see love in your eyes?
Why it’s so hard for you to hear
My heart is beating? So many whys!
Solution on the surface lies,
But I’m sinking down the bottom,
Into the depths of dreamy lies,
At dwelling places of the Gotham.
Preferring deception to the truth,
I dream of winning, but still I lose.
Wise man of Gotham
© Copyright: Олег Пятовский, 2013
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