The world is full of chances,
Directions to be picked.
The wives among the dancers,
The virgins and the wicked.
The life is headed towards,
The death to stop the wheels.
You can't keep rolling onwards,
Your legs are cut to heels.
But there are rules to force you,
To drag you deep inside.
To bring you through the morning,
Upon the darkest night.
You try to bear the weakness,
You're switching time and place.
Yet multiplying wrinkles,
On roadmap of your face.
The world is full of chances
© Copyright: Роман Шмелев, 2014
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