13 April 2012
They are on top. They hold the lives in hands. They are the Masters, so they know what's better. But still we hear the screams of sudden deaths And still we burn the undelivered letters.
Whoever was the guy who made this world I don't beleive he was on top of others. He was just tired - so much thoughts to hold... So he decided to unlock the covers.
And so we are. And life is sparkling strange. And so we hope - tomorrow we'll be higher. We're trying hard to reach the heaven's edge And every day we're loosing it while trying
The lows and downs are same as tops and highs And left is right, as north and south are equal. Among the others you can reach the skies If only you are worth of writing sequel...
Opuss № I