Every night ... in such a clock ...
The past takes me away from the present ...
And they fight
Each of them is armed in the face of the other
He competes fiercely and competes
As if on my head two birds insistently click
I stand a little tricky between what was ...
And what is
And all I can do is pull my pen. And I proceed to write down what they wish
And when I'm tired ...
I eagerly await the threads of the morning reality to pull me out of the land of that battle, related to the hope of a more beautiful future that strips them of their strength and separates them as they were different
I dream of a tomorrow in which I apply what I have learned from the lessons of the past .. I will avoid the weaknesses of the present .. Tomorrow will make up for what I missed and what I miss ... Tomorrow my sad sadness changes to madness
But until tomorrow comes .. See this tonight, what are the actors?
