A Daydream?
Green daydream in a smoke of invisible future
Where did you start to count 
All the stepps you’ve passed ,
Thanatoid solutions,
Your conclusion was really hard.
 
You still play with a flame of your pleasant illusions,
You turned life in a tobacco pipe
 
You just sniff,
With no stoops 
People’s origin mixture
And you snaff back the wastes of the past.
 
You just gaspingly breathe 
Our overall air,
You expend our vital fecks.
You are one,
Who is already solus
And scared
Spoiling future by drowning in past...
A Daydream?
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