I need to go, my morning tram, I need to go!
To squishy place, where blizzard governs, where it's snow,
I need to go! And it is life. It's only wait.
There is my stop. The fog is matter we've been made.
I'll keep your warm, my morning tram, I'll keep your warm,
While I'll going through chilly space, through chilly storm.
Despite of world designed to lose familiar voice,
I'll keep you creak among another any noise.
I need to go, my morning tram, the end is near,
My road is short and you are fast, and life is mill.
Thank you for haven, I'm glad to share my lonely morn
With your tin cabin and electric charged horns.
You aren't alive, and I am corpse, so we're the same.
You're staying alone in hard rail track, as here I came,
And our ways diverge at here. Divide my ache!
I touch your doors to try to imitate handshake!
Morning tram
© Copyright: Дмитрий Александрович Ургапов, 2019
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