You think and live like on Facebook:
LIFE IS BUT A DREAM.
You draw the scars of your spirit
all over your body, in fact,
you don't know what you want.
Your fun is fake smiles and false love.
In dreams you meet a handsome prince.
You drink nectar from his cup,
but when you realize that,
like in a fairy tale,
he doesn't drink turbid water
from your glass shoe
you find comfort in the arms
of an unimportant nipper.
Then you leave unclear clues.
You heal the fountain
of vanity with memories.
When confusion hurts your head,
you delete and add
to the calendar of life
dream dashes as an unknown sign.
You go ahead in a worst lump
because you think it's life
an ordinary toy of fate.
You think and live like Facebook,
but, in fact, you don't know what you want.
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Kao na Fejsbuku
Misliš i živiš kao na Fejsuku:
ŽIVOT JE SAMO SAN.
Crtaš ožiljke tvog duha po tijelu.
Ustvari, ti ne znaš šta hoćeš.
Zabava su ti lažni
osmijesi i lažne ljubavi.
U snovima sretneš stasitog princa.
Iz njegovog pehara popiješ nektar,
ali kad shvatiš da, kao u bajci,
on iz staklene cipele ne pije mutnu vodu
utjehu nađeš u naručju nevažnog klinca.
Onda ostavljaš nejasne tragove.
Liječiš vašar taštine uspomenama.
Kad ti zbrka u glavi nanese bol,
brišeš i dodaješ u kalendar života
crtice snova kao nepoznat znak.
Ti ideš naprijed u sunovrat
jer misliš da je život
obična igračka sudbine.
Misliš i živiš kao Fejsbuku,
a ustvari, ti ne znaš šta hoćeš.
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