Deathless life everyday makes me die.
Honest mouth just pretends telling lie.
Mighty spirit, still it is low.
Brain is quick-witted, doing is slow.
Everyday's cure causes decease.
Things which make happy also just tease.
By road directed losing the way.
Living in future, tomorrow's today.
Asking why of the things you've foreseen.
Hating it, but pretend to be keen.
Stupid is life, but smarter than all.
It IS always stolen, it's you who it stole.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=288316
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 24.10.2011
автор: Прибулець