What has happened with my imagination?
I cannot even write this damn essay.
Maybe I need some sort of incantation
To make my world more colorful than grey.
What has happened with a girl who reached the stars
And dreamed about plenty pretty things?
Rough life left painful frightful ugly scars
And rent asunder all romantic links.
What has happened with sweet and lovely inspiration
When butterflies danced waltz inside of body?
You even don’t remember them, don’t mention
Became wild and closed for everybody.
So, what has happened with imagination?
I cannot even write this damn essay.
Indeed, I need some sort of incantation
To make my life more meaningful than grey