I was blinded by the lights
Of the abandoned, ghost cities.
It was a trick of mind, at night
Cause on the roof I was sitting.
Looking at its wonderful views
Building castles, burning bridges.
All night I was thinking of you
Sewing my heart’s and soul’s stitches.
I was blinded by the streets
Covered with the shining mirrors.
Selling gold and lots of sweets
Promoting life that is so unreal.
Dreaming that it would be nice,
If we live happily ever after.
But our hearts are covered with ice,
Artificial smiles and laughters.
Blinded
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2019
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