Save yourself and don’t hear these movers of mind.
Abide yourself and hear that your thoughts say you.
Their ideas are nothing for you if you are not such,
If you have your own words and your own opinion.
Prayers and sermons, swarms on the streets…
It isn’t giving you chances to live.
Your mind is fading in rage…
But, maybe, no?
You walk, look and know that they've said
And as they have said.
Your thoughts are closed, your mind is dead
You’re under the slab.
Nobody ever will change our present
If will not be first,
If he won’t shroud to face of enemy
These words that are sounding inside…
We are those who will leave behind
And who will go forth.
Our lives pertain for us,
Our hearts burn.
Save Yourself
© Copyright: Александр Игнатов 5, 2014
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