Ahead
As if drunken walking on a footpath, Unaware of where it would lead, Unconscious of the past, but dangling in today, We stumble, but we move ahead. No extra time for all those miseries, They're to be handled right there, With all the opportunities and happenings that unfold themselves, We were drunken walking in the night-time, With a bright daylight ahead. We don't know, don't know anything at all, We stumble and fall, and little conscious of our hopes, We follow the given situation, the given route, That will only lead ahead...
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alvahmara
Very true
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"Письмо ушедших дней"
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