Questions

Why's this world so bad?
Why's this world so sad?
Why can't we just live in peace?
Why is this world a great abyss?
What did we do wrong?
What makes some so strong?
Where did we leave our lives?
Why did we forget our cries?
Where does this road end?
Why can't we stop to pretend?
Why do we live in fear?
Why is death so near?
Why do we kill?
Why can't we heal?
Why can't we feel
The end that's so near?










Şi cu asta am cam terminat de pus la loc posturi. Parcă ar mai fi vreo 2-3 şi, în acelaşi timp, parcă nu le-aş mai pune şi pe acelea. Deşi mica poezie de mai sus a fost postată acum ceva timp, nu-i mai schimb data, deoarece, în acest moment, locul ei este aici.