Dreams escape route

Dreams escape route must

inside me eye-empty

to grow, it is like

the lost wilderness.

Who's afraid of tomorrow

He is more sensitive than the

second, this love

pawnshop

homeland to teach us

Only the Social Insurance Institution

war. people stop shop

another is controlled.

It is homelessness

the only one that does not grow gold

or glory.

Flows through my veins love

a great longing, and body

arc bends towards the tears

the harbor. I walk towards the

the endless emptiness in front of

is the abandonment of the period,

they are non-existent beloved

embraces. I need a way out

where a signpost directs,

I want somewhere warm

float in water

is not muddy bottom.

There is no shortcut to happiness,

no quick path to love.

What am I to those feelings

I do when I have a lot of

more sensitive than others?

The words inside are increasing,

grow like parasites happy.

Dance on top of the rope.

And the world is a big circus arena

is. This is my home

the world and the underworld laws.

You're a friend in there somewhere

did you get here what sharks?