Same mistakes,
Same predictable errors.
That occur like the waves
In the ocean of mine.
And whatever it takes
You have to be prepared,
To behave like a brave,
Even drunk with the wine.
Same unbearable words,
Same disgusting ambitions,
That I keep penetrate,
With the frozen black heart.
And I'm sure it's worth,
As to my intuition,
And I never complain,
As a matter of fact.
Same predictable life,
Every day's like a copy,
Of the previous day,
It is more like the same.
And all that we all strive,
We would like it's all worth it.
For it not to be grey,
And to be more than a game.
Same mistakes
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2017
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