Filozofska sekcija "Tačka"

Milan Vidović

Wil

Everything around me is green
As green as it has never been
And yet my heart is cold
As if it is shaped into a mold
And finally i am told
That you are no longer mine
That i am facing my decline
As the evening rays of sunshine
And eventhough this thought is swift
I can let my mind drift
Drift away to things unknown
For their is my second home
In which i can hide my face
Hide it from this mighty race
That could never see it fit
To take the truth and live with it
As i have done for so many days
And in so many different ways
And i know that they might not care
It could even give them a scare
That they can't find the thing they need
And so they plant an evil seed
That can't harm me in any way
Because i will not slay
What has never harmed my being
For that is not my way of seing
The world that i find myself in
That others look upon with a faint grin 

 

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