We're running through lives
Like we are all mad.
No time for rhymes,
No time for scratchpads.
We're blowing out smoke,
While comfortably locked
Behind the hashtags.
And we keep on pushing it
Pushing it, pushing it.
Taking it, using it,
Squeezing it, squashing it.
With no emotions,
For various notions;
Real or delusional;
We keep on pushing it
Till
The
Fin.
We're going through hell
So someone could tell
How posh is our life
How cute is our cell...
We're wasting our time
And live on a dime
Bell to bell.
But we keep on pushing it
Pushing it, pushing it.
Taking it, leaving it,
Squeezing it, squashing it.
With no emotions,
For various notions;
Real or delusional;
We keep on pushing it...
Till
The
Fin.
The Yans
Pushing it
© Copyright: Евгений Андросян, 2020
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