STORIES TOLD BY AUTUMN

истории, навеянные осенью

I'm gonna be creator.
Not actor, nor frustraitor
Life has its own expectancy
Plan, rules, the type of fantasy.

All right, you've right
But what about mine?
Where is my best?
Where is my shine?

You're sitting watching
Every line.
But what about me?
My soul, my time.

Time I was waisted
For you, for me.
You'll never know
You'll never see.

I'm gonna be positive maker.
And yes, I forgot
I'll be creator.