Life is just obsession.
And the destiny is evil.
I’m always having an impression,
That its power belongs to devil.
Maybe, the God and the Devil are united?
What if they are practically one?
Man, you are weak, though you fighted,
But everything has been already done.
The fate isn’t absolutely blind.
It plans and solves our lives.
I can’t get it out of my mind
As it’s sharp like hundred knives.
We pay for happiness and love,
We find and finally we lose.
We touch a pure whitened dove
And very often we abuse.
We can love the closest human,
Whom we haven’t even seen.
We cry with tears being pure.
Cry sincerely, i mean.
So, maybe life is not unfair?
Maybe it is strictly planned?
Or maybe it is almost a nightmare?
The nightmare with a magic end.
Life is obsession
© Copyright: Ангелина Жданюк, 2020
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