agonia english v3 |
Agonia.Net | Policy | Mission | Contact | Participate | ||||
Article Communities Contest Essay Multimedia Personals Poetry Press Prose _QUOTE Screenplay Special | ||||||
|
||||||
agonia Recommended Reading
■ The oak
Romanian Spell-Checker Contact |
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-10-26 | |
Same people, same places
New days, old faces Live a day all over again Watch the same pouring rain Do the same things Nothing new a new day brings It’s all the same No one is to blame Your life is like a prison For living, you find no reason ‘Cause you run in the same circle Keep trying to see a sparkle On the sun that smiles at you You feel old and cold and blue, You feel weak and sad and bad, Now you’re happy, now you’re glad All these feelings you well know You’re sick of their darkly glow They seem new, in fact they’re old It’s ROUTINE that makes them hold.
|
||||||||
Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. | |||||||||
Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Privacy and publication policy