Stereomir Baksa 3

3 I stepped inside. I crossed the borders, Wondering what my life was all about. I was so scared by laws and orders. I tried to flee, but there was no way out. What is this all about Years fly fast. Ill hold on to the last. Day by day I move on forward, I turn another page and write it down. Whats the point Is there some justice In this overcrowded northern town I think I am going down. Years fly fast. Ill hold on to the last. Every year just makes me closer to the final chapter of my life. Whats the sense I want to know that. Should I just surrender or should I strive So hard to stay alive. Years fly fast. Winters come at last. Years fly fast. Ill hold on to the last.