Strange thoughts are crossing my mind,
There is no end to them at all.
I wonder how am I behind,
It's like I've built gigantic walls.
I've put my soul behind the bars,
And left it in some dusty cave.
Stopped looking at the shining stars
And started digging up my grave.
How did I come to this again?
Which things had lead me to this point?
Am I a wolf or just a men?
Why aren't my mind and soul adjoined?
Again I'm asking all this things,
But do I need them answered?
I'm simply adding needless strings,
To cover up the cancer.
Strange Thoughts
© Copyright: Плетнев Сергей, 2016
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