Turns, turns, turns life like a whirlwind
An old tin yellow with red inconspicuous details
Letters, numbers, people, conversations sometimes sharp, short
Otherwise long, non-stop
Everything turns, turns, turns
Arrives ! I want to rest
Do you hear that? to you! I say this to all of you, who have inadvertently made me a little soldier!
Well, I REFUSE!
I tricked you..!
I use you, as you use me!
I AM not Nobody's soldier!
I do not submit, I dare and resist
Maybe a little on the safe side... Maybe...
I will do what I want with Me!
Life throws me into Tartarus and I rise to fall again...and the wheel turns, turns, turns...
In the society that brought me without choice, I return, return, return as if
Grim in the cage…
Your explanations of how and why are not enough for me!
You are few, you are sometimes serious and sometimes flamboyant in my eyes
Do you have any authority?
Yes, virtual of course
Every day unwittingly, stupidly and un-stupidly… they are idealized,
people are murdered and they spit on you with disgust!
Unworthy sons of Greece and helpless followers of the American lifestyle
Make them proud!
Youth became a bad impression of American, phytozoa
Years and years and years…
The wheel turns, turns, turns!
When will it stop?
When all is lost...
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