Snake dance

The frown lines of persistent fear have already wormed their way under the pores of the skin.
Lean, acting on inner orders, just as wise and foolish. In the closed window of eyes eager to testify, it is becoming more and more difficult to feel the Truth and the Good. We have to wait for the final showdown and no one asks: how long? or what for?

It consists of skinny pearls of light ruins in the afternoon of the constructed house of cards.
Concentration, shrewd, double-edged calculation converge in a single point. The vulnerable soul now thinks twice about who it can reveal its tormented past to, who can it really open up to, like a flower, truly? When they run, they lean more and more outwards, until they end up hanging on their own legs, money-hungry career monkeys, ass-licking, slobbering idiots.

Everyone still feels the expanding passage of time.
The palpable beater knows that only the minutes can expire permanently by ticking.
The sage and the prophet are already one drink. Like Sisyphus, he takes his selfish humiliation and betrayal behind him. Those who persevere diligently stumble through a lifetime.
At the same time, Morality and Etiquette dissolve in everyone, and the noble, precious words are lost, disappear under the styles of jerk-peasant-thieves.

No matter how vulnerable babies and toddlers babble in the cages of incubators, even teenage girls and mothers can't understand the vile rules of the game played by this current World, which easily betrays itself. You can find the gentle movement of the keys of life in the captivity of the locks - afraid - no one listens anymore! No one knows how he could fit into the constantly self-glorifying everyday life and the ever-changing outlooks of the times?!