Terry's Poetry Tryings. Is The Game Worth The Candle?

Through darkness and gloom - colored soap bubbles...

Beware of sudden "boom", there are so many troubles!

But anyway... some will burst and disappear,

Leaving only rainbow spray and someone's tear.

So push on the accelerator!
Get another oxygen tank!
Not yet time for evacuator!
Still your look is not blank!

Many left the track and became like everyone else,

Don't look back and don't let your plans melts.

Yeah, these bubbles too fragile - hard to save...

But the loss is too tragic - you become its slave!

So please check the gasoline!
Find the last oxygen tank!
No more time to wait for the green!
Are you sure that it's not a prank?

The river flows faster and faster every day,

What after... maybe you are just going astray?

All the goddamn bubbles are still far away!

Are you tired... ready to live in the gray?

No oxygen - just hold your breath!
Pull out your both hands and grasp!
The only reason to retreat - death?
Chasing dreams till the last gasp...

Sincerely, Terry Craft.

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