Twenty Ten - Sophie Villy

Twenty ten

Some people say that

There’s two years left

Fortune tellers make their money

But in fact

Nobody knows

Nobody gets

Nobody cares

What they have.

I don’t trust horoscope

Because they just lie

There’s nothing that we don’t know

About our own life.

People, who write them

Never know

Never guess

What about

What about

What about

Stars are crying.

What do you see in all this

What would you say about

This

How would you live with all this.

Maybe you go to Africa.

Maybe you go to Canada.

Maybe you go to Black sea?

Or maybe you come to my sea

Here

My sea.

Here.

What do you see in all this

What would you say about

This

How would you live with all this.

All that’s left is

Waiting

Hoping

Not crying

Living

Loving

Improvising

Let’s improvise

Let’s improvise

Let’s improvise.