we were traveling in the forest
where the everyones was alone
we in common were not the tourists
but everyones was a clone
we were spelling ours lives stories
hearing forest`s leaves storm above
feeling shame of ours pourist
lives without of any love
ours lives have not any prices
because clone`s price is not at all
after the forest we take the taxes
get out driving in ours the fall
24/10/2016