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There is only one window with a torn curtain in the room, I'm lying here quitly and I'm looking into the dark. It is dawning outside and I'm taking in all the sounds of the town. A distant tram in the bend, creeking, when the windows is being open, a car, that is impossible to start, day is breaking, lights are going out...
It's time to get up and crawl out, the dusty town welcomes me in every moment, every morning. So does every street, that I've walk along with my head hanging, hardly anything is interesting enough to make me hold up my head. All the same people with expressionless faces, nothing can surprise me anymore, I know we were mislet, we are mislet generation, we were born to live our life in conformity with pre/given rules, the life, we haven't chosen, perhaps that's why we leave our homes and look four ourselves in the streets...
There's only one window with a torn curtain in the room, I'm standing here in silence and looking into the dark. The day is going dark outside and I can see the light of our town. One big chaotic mosaic of colours. One light. One destiny. I'm drown in this sight and I feel sad as if I could hear the crying of all the just new born children, as if I could feel the innocence of theirs and so I'm asking those lights about the meaning of the life...
But there is no reply
Our town lights won't speak about chaos, wars, human seclusion and despair. In the age of rising millenium, it's our society progress tax...
