This world is a fake, that we just couldn’t make. Beginning a day with illusion, than starting a new revolution. Questions are always the same. God’s the only one without blame. Secrets of dreams in a sleeping way, like walking across on a Milky way. Night will never shine so bright, like yesterday when I look into your eyes. Just being bubble here, I never had a fear. Like an ocean in the sky, like loudly told lullabies, I am here on this world, where no one cares for anyone. With a ticket for the deepest dreams, to my soul and my feelings, drifting in my own sorrows, on my foot steps she follows. Life’s too hard to play, life’s too easy to explain. Suddenly I found out, what’s that game all about. But what I got to do? Stay here and argue? My power is disaster. My power is vain. My head full of twisters. It’s better not to think that way.
Reason for writing:
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