Wandering on streets,
Looking at happy kids:
They feel and play, and love
When they want they laugh.
Kids honestly feel emotions.
Anyway, they lie and cry
Though they have a life
Until meet the fucking ocean.
Ocean of lies, cries, fights,
Loosing of dreams' lights.
Was trying to find an answer
When and why turns up the cancer.
Every day I tried to got
What was wrong with a cot.
Instead of milkshake
There are hands shake.
Doesn't matter how they lost a deep feeling
Everyone used to love a deep sleeping
In a soft cot.
They are different.
They are the same.
They are at the different cores of labyrinth,
They all lose this game.