The Endless Book

People always are complaining

"It's raining"

And they are jelous

More or less carless

Hiding their big sins

They don't see any chance to win

Everyone's trying

Not to let their heart dying

But they don't always can

Hear beatting like a Big Ben

Sometmes we think

That our life is ending

We can't feel anything

We don't see what we're doing

We stop seeing

Anything

So people

Let me show you how deeper

You can look

To see a page of The Endless Book

It's what hope

Looks