People are constantly busy with something.
They run back and forth
Trying to find answers in life
And so the years fly by
They have no free minutes
And feelings don't live inside
They all just die unnoticed
But still they run fast
Maybe I seem strange and stupid to you,
And as slow like old tram in a rise
But I don't want to miss minutes even few
When I feel paradise
Other people are lying on couch
They scold government and only dine,
Don’t think for tomorrow, deal never launch.
After all, everyone has a deadline
But our future has already come
Our life is here, now, going fast.
Everyone has very little time
And happiness lives within us.
Maybe I seem strange and stupid to you,
And so fast as a sixth Mercedes
But I don't want to miss minutes even few
When I fly like above the Earth.
21/3/2020 (February 10, 2010)