A new life is scary,
holding a green "mog" in my hand,
counting or waiting - the hours goes by,
and after a while we do not even ask why...
like ants, like grass, like whatever on this round planet,
moving, breathing, drinking, being,
sometimes loving, sometimes being ourselves,
and sometimes image we were elves...
but the most of the time, the new life is scary
until the death.
holding a green "mog" in my hand,
counting or waiting - the hours goes by,
and after a while we do not even ask why...
like ants, like grass, like whatever on this round planet,
moving, breathing, drinking, being,
sometimes loving, sometimes being ourselves,
and sometimes image we were elves...
but the most of the time, the new life is scary
until the death.
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