A Problem

There are many things you do

I can't describe - you seem so blue

Life is just a funny game

For you too boring and still the same

Now you're crawling on the ground

Didn't looked for what you found

I see a problem is lying here

In front of me - you smell like fear

Every night you awake with scream -

Result of a disconnected dream

Scornful laughter in your face

Who looks - will see a secret grace

Inside a child without a name

Tired to play this wicked game

The dissension makes you slowly mad

Kills the child out of your head