It’s painful,
It’s so much painful, when you do this…
Why would you?
And why should I?
So many WHYs….
Why can’t you just stop it?
And why can’t I?
Why?
In my words you look for lies.
Really, why?
Out of nothing problems rise –
Tell me, why??????
Don’t laugh at me, and don’t make me cry
Let it go, let off the butterfly.
My dear, why don’t you at once release
My poor soul, my freedom, please….
Why?
Oh, no, no, please, stay by….
And I don’t know why….
Dear my, why….
Current mood: really stupid depressive…
August 2004,
Tashkent
