No matter what illusions make me run
From people close I've gone astray
Unreal nightmares I had to create
still force me to the last gate
These phantasies come outside
and touch-electrocute my lip
Descend, ascend me deep and high
towards a Realm You call a Rim
None's blessed with freedom unobeyed
None's dancing cheerfully in light
towards conclusion, it's a game
we have to play until we die
I smoothly come
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=690437
Рубрика: Філософська лірика
дата надходження 23.09.2016
автор: Jonny Evilko