Poems

Crazy poem

Life is sometimes a crazy place.

Place without time,

which has disappeared,

from our lives.

You can turn around,

around, around and around

and there is still nothing

in that life.

You can scream, scream so loud,

so loud, that your lungs will hurt,

but still nobody will hear you,

nobody will care.

You can… you can do…

so much, but still nothing,

be wrong or be right,

or just stand there and watch.

Even sometimes too much

and you are still here,

crawling around,

looking for some piece of something

and you know that will not help,

just… just you don’t know other way.

But don’t forget,

that in some other crazy mind

you exist and they see you.

It is just crazy life.

 

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