My life will end... Yes... At that very moment
When, "no, I can't" I'll answer to a friend,
And will deny his every single point,
Without an attempt to understand.
When I'll forget my dreams & night desires,
To which I slowly walked from dawn to dusk,
And will be pleased by peaceful breath of silence
That covers souls with sticky scurf of dust.
When I begin to float on the current,
Fulfilling expectations of the herd,
When I'll become undoubtfully sure
That my tomorrow looks like day before.
When purpose of my meals will be the eating,
And purpose of the wine will be to drink,
When purpose of the kisses will be cheating,
I'll die inside... And outside, I think.
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