It's my own fault - and I shed tears,
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And I groan -
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Got into someone else's rut
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Deep.
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I set my goals
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On your own choice
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And now from the rut
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Don't get out.
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Steep slippery edges
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This track has.
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I curse those who laid it, -
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My patience will soon run out
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And I bow like a bad schoolboy,
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A rut - in a rut, with a rut ...
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But why does it bother me?
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I'm cheeky!
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Conditions, in general, in a track
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Normal.
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No one will knock, no one will rub -
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Do not complain.
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Would you like to move forward?
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You are welcome.
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There is no refusal in food and drink
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In this cozy rut,
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And I vividly convinced myself -
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I wasn't the only one who fell for her.
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Keep it up! |
Wheel within a wheel!
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And I will go where everyone is.
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Here someone shouted not his own:
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- Well, let it go! |
-
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And started arguing with the track
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By stupidity.
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He burned the stock to the bottom in a dispute
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Warmth of the soul
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And the valves flew
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And liners.
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But he twisted the edges,
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And the track became wider.
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Suddenly his trail is cut off -
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The eccentric was dragged into a ditch,
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So that he could not interfere with us, the back
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Drive along someone else's track.
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So trouble came to me -
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Starter stuck.
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Now this is not a ride,
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And fidgeting.
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And it would be necessary to go out, push,
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But there is no hurry -
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Perhaps someone will drive up -
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And pull out...
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I'm waiting in vain for help,
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This track is strange.
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To spit clay and rust
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With this very alien track, -
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By the fact that I deepened it myself,
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I killed hope at the rear.
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Break me a cold sweat
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To the bone
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And I walked a little forward
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By plan.
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I look - blurred the edge of the streams
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spring,
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There is an exit from the track -
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The rescue!
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I spit mud from under the tires
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Into this strange track.
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Hey you back! |
Do as I do.
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This means - do not follow me.
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This track is only mine!
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Pick your track. |