We live and hope not to die,
Just lengthen the living period-
We keep this warm run,
Hoping not to catch the cold-
Today I’ve decided to die,
Who’s the first with a taught stone?
Who’s the first to act like
There is something to life for?-
There is nothing and never has been
Anything to get attached to,
Despite the endless wondering
About the essence of a life-soup-
The dish is rotten, there is mold
In it throughout the existence-
I want my money back, for what I ordered
Served as cold and wrong experience -
I’m on the way to the other place
Where will be everything, means nothing,
With opened eyes I’m walking the alley
Of the first day “not bluffing”-
Prologue
© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2017
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