Looking through the empty space…
Our life doesn't give the warning.
They are full of pain,disgrace,
empty looking through the morning…
They search the world behind the dirty glass,
behind the clouds and the dirty paper.
They can not see the brightness^the world shows only grimmy grass.
They've lost into the malls and heavy tempers.
They count time from their's phones.
They are so perfect — like the robots.
But happyness don't want to stop in their's bones,
it flows, doesnn't left them any doubts.
They are so perfect they run away
on buses,plains and dreams.
The time consists of byes,helloes and meet today.
The souls don't like they seems.
We are part of urban world,
but we are only people,
who hear yet what world has told,
we've lost in time,we are so freaky…
We run through time and sleepy morning,
we are not perfect,just it seems.
We break away the bitter lonelyness.
We are the dreamers, urban teens…