Never say the wrong words,
Never tell something unweighed
Nowhere from the same ruts
Everything is predetermined.
You lost variety for always
But maybe find something else.
It may be tranquillity of passion
Or just high-paid but nervous job.
You'll never confess but it's easier.
It don't draw to manoeuvre at all.
Same pleasing actions round the year
Selfrobotized crowd... Go to hell.