Random look from walking by strangers
Crossing thin line between meetings and waivers
Like a wake-up call from undiscovered world
For someone who is attached to his memory card
Back where I lived in my twenties
Walking surrounded by different faces
Nobody recognizes me in my favorite park
And it was in the daylight, not in a dark
My old friends did not answer my calls
Was it here where I scored my goals?
The old crippled bench by my old apartment
Look completely useless and ancient
What is the story about the girl who left long ago
Without asking anything from my indifferent ego?
Back in the old, forgotten forever town
Where strangers playing on my childhood lawn
For someone who is attached to his memory cord
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2017
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