Every day is same thing
But the frames and rules are not for you
You feel the wind of changes with your skin
You see how the world devours itself
Everyone wants to change this world
Everyone of us
Everyone believes that he is only that one
Rage
How much that malice have you
Power
You are sure that you are right
The line of your life is the line of roads
You are the wind in your soul without any wings
In hurry to live not seeing the main things
You always in struggle with yourself
Losing your friend and love you are with deadly wounds
Would it be enough for you to be yourself.
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