We have started wrong with all the false ideals
We should try better
Wait for the cheater
To deal your cards.
I know him
He fixes lives
of those, to which tomorrow will not come
Not mine. My turn.
Today I won.
Wasted time is the time gained
Better than my trust to myself
In the distance without background
Show me what you are and
Look at us
Don’t bother
It isn’t the end of the game
Pathethic and laughable
But all those glances will never stop
It’s constant illusion
Tongue confussion
So useless like managing the future
Old fairy tales undermine all new conclussions
To modify is not enough,e need transfusion.
Desires so small
When so high is the goal
Tricks of marasm, tiny threats
Exponentially growing
The weight of uselessness