I believe in nothing
And understand nothing
Concepts float around my mind
Like orphans without the temporary home
There is no destiny
There is no salvation
Only theories to comfort the worried
There is no love
Only blind trust
Temporary happiness is a lollipop for the sick
I am sick
And grape is my favourite flavour
This world
Hah
A circus
We all put our quarters in
And get a jig from the dummies
And eat our cotton candy
With painted smiles
Fun
Well, it is when you make it
.id your
circus |
Submission Name: Einstein's Carosuel
