Close to collapse
Bright stars are watching us with eyes
That seem so powerful and nice.
But when they vanish from the sky,
My only passion is to die.
With thoughts confused and body broken,
I feel sharp pain inside.
My soul, even that is stolen.
I can’t be waiting for another night!
All lamenting is vein.
Enjoy your willful gain!
We’ll never be the same again.
So please forget my very name.
Humanity’s in quest for change.
And thus from day to day, from age to age.
Call me to wake your wistful mind.
Which often is so hard to find.
© Copyright: Роман Грицай (FLUP), 2010
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