22. pro 2005.


My head aches. What should I do?
Maybe I should just forget
and loose my self to pity,
or should I try to escape
from this melancholic state,
to fly across the sky
with no wings – just freedom.

Is it possibile that I still exist,
with all the things that happened?
Am I here for real now,
or is this just a misty dream,
spilled over my pillow of reality?
Living – what that means at all?
Who can point at you and say:
-You are not alive!- Who?
Let the first stone fall...

And when you think of me
you should know I didn't care,
- I just lived and tried
to enjoy it as I could!


Autor: Nikola Bulj



Copyright (c) 2002-2011. Pisanija.com. Sva prava zadržana. Autor teme je O Pregador. Od 2012. pokreće Blogger.