leo

Leo is tired of trying: he sits and watches
dreams that he’s carefully dreamed of are mixed with lying
seasonal mix, reassuring and reapproaching:
none of that lead him to actual real trying

Leo is tired of dreaming: he’s tried to conquer —
lead him to thorough experience whatsoever
years of learning the truth made him kind of stronger,
missing the final results never got him clever

Leo is really tired of dissecting magic:
messages, public relations, releases, credits
nights by the bottles of wine start to seem less tragic
days are the ones that require his cuts and edits

mid of november so suddenly dawns at Leo
socks to the drawer and dreams to the hidden closet
making the deals with subconscious seem so real
«look at the life you are living, it’s you who chose it»

Leo is tired of wandering in his nightmares,
maybe that’s spring that could save him: he’s getting older
Leo’s a part of yourself: get a little kinder,
pour him a whiskey and pat him on graying shoulder