I search where to go all the right time
And each my walk of such kind
Is like walk on thin ice
On this finest line,
Which splits my life and death
And every time I am ready to founder into this or that abyss
But I can not do that
This endurance race is just a shitty hypocrisy
People become strangers in a flash
And you’re running and you can not find your own path
The waves beat against the face, the rivers pick to pieces
Dirt inside is haunting my mind, the intervals between thoughts
Someone's hands hold my feet on this ice
Dreams are locking me
Happiness? – Just an imaginary feast
Grief? - Just a reverse side
And to wash away that gloom
You just need to come over to your side
To come to piece with yourself
To find a nerve to overcome all pain and negative vibes
Do not look back
March ahead. Banish darkness from your mind.