Notes from a Rose from the Garden of Hell

my head was high in the clouds

My head was high in the clouds

However I have no doubts

I cannot do this every day

This is not a right way

To live without anxious thoughts

Cause they are ours

Just like our feelings

If we do this, it's obvious, what we do, are stealings

From us, from the world

Despite, it's crystal clear,

They don't wanna hear

From me any word.