When it happens?

Wandering on streets,

Looking at happy kids:

They feel and play, and love

When they want they laugh.

Kids honestly feel emotions.

Anyway, they lie and cry

Though they have a life

Until meet the fucking ocean.

Ocean of lies, cries, fights,

Loosing of dreams' lights.

Was trying to find an answer

When and why turns up the cancer.

Every day I tried to got

What was wrong with a cot.

Instead of milkshake

There are hands shake.

Doesn't matter how they lost a deep feeling

Everyone used to love a deep sleeping

In a soft cot.

They are different.

They are the same.

They are at the different cores of labyrinth,

They all lose this game.