In neutral grey soul, the colours of life shine through. While the heart is trembling, in my thoughts, it's smiling.
There's nowhere to go back to. There's nothing to lose. I threw everything away, even that what I dreamed of.
Not good to burn bridges, throw guests out of the visit, cut the branch on which I sit. I know now, I see it differently. Yet I don't envy others that they have friends.
She looks cheerful. Money accumulates, they're losing---love and passion. In a solid faith, the victim...smiling, touching his fate.
It's good to burn rotten bridges, to throw out rude guests, to cut off the branch I'm sitting on. Don't worry about me coming off.
After all, who hands me a new bridge, will be built with me to open my heart. And she'll stay in it.
As life it is, here good things come as well, besides the bad ones.
