Stupid alarm-clock will break into dreams,
Throwing the loveliest visions away.
Life will be simple - just as it seems.
"Night is delusion, follow the day!.."
Coffee for breakfast, lunch after twelve.
Classical morning, in classical place.
I go in circles, lying myself,
Days follow years in criminal race.
Night will fall down, chilly and still,
Calmness of city will slow down the beat.
There are no secrets left to conceal,
There are no missions yet to complete.
Nerves of my fingers, touching the pen.
Silence that hurts - unpronounceable threat.
I won't be near when you are in pain,
I won't be able to live and forget.