it`s a jungle out there, you know
people walking through the snow;
children crying in the morning.
winter season barely dawning.
got bored with all this terror!
people, puppets lacking style,
performing artists in a horror
seem to be real for a while.
they try to get me to the sacred path
of knowledge; maybe they`re blind
just making fool of themselves, thus
the joy of life they`ll never find
poor souls, i`ve never seen the light
springing from your tired eyes;
i`m back to life,so long, sleep tight.
when silence ends i`ll break the ties.
Posted by ramobtr
at 12:01 AM

