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Seven years
Just standing there
The direction seizes me
Outcry seems to win the battle
No one's shouting
Singed stillness lying on that pavement
Do you remember how we walked
An umbrella full of colours
But the hue is counted, limits flowing
Once I saw him go
Or maybe I moved forward
Benching, moaning, extinction has arrived
Knocking on my share of sanity
" I won't go" and moving along
touching the fingers of the anarchist
once I was doomed
I believed in morals and
Capitulation of the soul
I never win
Played chess once
Without a quin
Then I won
So maybe also now
Nuptials dressed with black
And the death hides with its admission
If god is a woman
I don't think I will fit
That mission of ours
Obsolete as we pray
The holy vessels and I am sacred
Shame to see how Nietzsche was right
No nun will accept me
While all I need is god's approval
I had my entry, the ticket was perished
I never thought I'll need it
But everything's so expensive now
Yes I'm a lady
And I am a nobody with pride
Lightning isn't charming anymore
Only the lights after dark
We are all the same
Always counting our days
Never pondering whether death isn't what it is
Living is maybe worse
But we'll get there someday
Seven years
Just standing there
North isn't the northern
I'm going south.
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אין סלוגנים אין
חלונות שבויים.
האגודה לשיחרור
החלונות הקטנים |
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המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.