Race for the Upmarket Dick,
Who said the prize really worth it?
Sometimes, I feel really sick,
Sometimes, I feel really worried.
Am I a part of this race?
Scared to look into emptiness,
Living in constant disgrace
Towards our natural godliness?
Scared to meet someone's eyes,
With no hidden stones or purposes,
Buried in ongoing fights,
For thorns concealed by the roses?
And once we are eager to change
Our life as of tomorrow...
Next morning with secret relief,
Coming back to our circles of sorrow.
10.04.2015