The next one is yours
Are you ready to jump?
The wind slightly blows
And my limit shows up.
Every face in crowd
Looks equal to mine
Everyone comes out
But I stay inside.
Doors are open wide,
People look at me,
Eyes are shining bright,
Nothing else to see.
All my life inside
All my friends with me
Doors are closing tight
When I disappear.
Now train moves again
People looking down
Someone lived in shame,
Someone wore a crown.
The tunnel’s turning black
The wind is getting cold
Guess I feel a crack
In this lonely world.
Июнь 2020.
Train
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