Turbulence Zone
Азачем Азачемов
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It's just a zone of turbulence, I know And yet, it kind of bothers me a bit Though nothing I would publicly admit It's just a zone of turbulence, I know Our mind is a peculiar device The more we chase a thought, the more it sticks As if to pull our leg, as if for kicks Our mind is a peculiar device A sticky little thought, an awkward question And what if time was counted, by the minute For this winged tin and everybody in it? A sticky little thought, an awkward question What would you do in those remaining moments? Whom would you think about? Whom would you call? Cursing the rise, preparing for the fall... What would you do in those remaining moments? Not many options, actually - none No time to catch up, straighten or complete Before this quick and ultimate defeat Not many options, actually - none I grip my seat and hope it doesn't show It's just a zone of turbulence, I know © Азачем Азачемов, 2009 Дата публикации: 18.02.2009 11:56:46 Просмотров: 2774 Если Вы зарегистрированы на нашем сайте, пожалуйста, авторизируйтесь. Сейчас Вы можете оставить свой отзыв, как незарегистрированный читатель. |
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