Saturday Morning
Saturday Morning
Crows cawing, seagulls are screaming
Subway trains are beepng. Life is living
Strange noises from afar. The city is awakening
The rising sun looks into my room. Bad cheekily!
Shameless! Shameless! I feel bad from its light!
No sunshine! No! No!! I want to stay in the night!
In the night. I don’t want to wake up. No! Never!
I want to live in all my dreams. Forever! Forever!!
What happened last night? I can not remember
Something, I feel the cool sweetness of the cider
Oh, no memory, but the laptop knows the history
Watch back. I wrote a poem. I can not remember
The sweet cider says, read, read. I read and read
The lines. Last night. The poem. From my heart
Hmm. Oh. Deception of feelings. Disappointment
Why can't the dream feel? The dream must be left
Yeah. Looking for love. The eternal. Home of love
Yeah, the sun is killing me. The poem is cut so far
Sleeping. Dream. Day gone. I slept. It is alcohol
Late afternoon. Almost evening. Grey the window
Down. The day. Dark again. It’s night. Light of life
It’s a life. Three o’clock. I can’t stop the poem. My life
I am a slave of the time. Help me! Help! To be free!
No time. No time in my life. No more cider. Shop. Buy!
Alcohol. Alcohol. Can’t delete your life. The wished time
Time of happiness. The loved killer. Brings. Personal life
Bring, bring. Into my life. Into ours. And together die
Hmm. Together. I can’t die from Saturday to Sunday
This is a poem. My killer this weekend. The weekend
Hoped love, but the emptiness is the ruler. On my time
On my time. In my time. At my time. Be, be my kind
Be my part, be the driver, the leader, the boss in my life
Be the angel, the savior, the muse, the light in my life
The sun is radiating, a devil, I don't like this. Just dark
It is Sunday afternoon. I am full of alcohol. Life, a dark
Just swimming in the past, in the monochrome life
But so colorful, I can imagine all the souls, women, mistakes
I can’t stop this, I can’t create an end. Hmm, I stop now
No alcohol
I am going
By a bottle
Of alcohol
Bye
Hmm, it is Sunday
A beautiful black lady
Invited me a few days ago
On Wembley High Road
To a church. Mormon
I didn’t go
My mistake
I am
Sorry
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