Eugene Nichiporuk. We are all bits of our childhood dreams. (№ 138286)

We are all bits of our childhood dreams.
Traitors, cowards and just broken.
We hide our eyes behind the glasses and noses in scarves.
November. We thirty. Disappointed.
Put your favorite music. Our escape
Banal, predictable, and... meaningless.
Apparently programmed people
Only for morning coffee and the newspaper truth.
But still lives a spark. Even troupe
Looking at the sky a little bit boyish.
In the kitchen for whiskey. Caution. Greed....
We believe that there is a chance... hypothetically.