You never know what will happen
Tomorrow or even in the evening.
And day by day your eyes are fading,
And you stop hopefully believing
In actions, signs, your books and poems,
In everything you lived with there,
You lose your hope and your emotions,
And you feel strongly in despair.
You've never there expected queer
Betrayals, lies and hypocritic glances,
And now every day you fear
To lose your temper after dances
With vanity and strong resemblance
Of 30 thousand misfortunes.
Your strong desire for assemlance
All your ideas gives you tortures
And makes you hide away from those
Who're mocking all the day and night.
Who just prefer sharp thorns to rose
Which scarlet colour gives you light.
And now it became so clear
For you to understand the flight
Of that sweet smile, so nice and dear
That still is giving the delight
Which cańt be mixed with any other
For it́s just medicine to survive,
In cruel world of mortal dances
Where death is Queen of our life.
13.04.2026 02:30
