Memoirs of a dead man

Don’t remember when this feeling started

It must have taken me by surprise

Now I have no drive and no ambition

Just a pack of absent-minded lies.


Used to work on new plans every day

Plans that never were an action

Wasted many years just longing for

Simple sign of wonderful distraction


Used to have fantasy and imagination

Portrait of an artist despite all fears

All thrown away, left, decaying now

All forgotten, soaked in tears


Will forget about my drawings now

No more perfect plans for me

Just these memoirs of a dead man

Nothing more that I can see.


Pray for everything I never did

Hope this envy will not stay

Will not plan a great escape

Just hope to live another day

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