World is unreal, isn't it?
We try to live in our dreams.
Alas, we can't feel
That somebody them steals,
But, of course, we feel
When there are not the meals.
So, everybody wants to ran
From the sound of the gun,
Because we want to save
Our lives,
But not the braveness,
Cos something is new,
And something is old.
We can't see full view,
We see simply gold.
Something is little,
And something can grow,
We don't see all battle,
We see only straws.