spasm

it's over baby, it's over

you ain't deserve no line in here
no poetry for you, I should bid you farewell

Cry and feel the honey-like pity
I am turning a blind eye
They are calling me and I shall go
May not return

But you baby, keep on holdin' on
keep warm and dry
Have you heard my last lullaby to you, darling?
It told about nature and the space
About the future
Not about creation
Nor poetry

Just the game
Baby
Just the game