I’m waiting like a dog, looking for owner.
One person, typing in front of tele-machine, on dark night, no snow, only dark, I’m sitting at the bench, there’s no moon.
Below of the big power, I act like dog, run over and over, I don’t know who I given a name, something like ant but not ant.
Recession, financial constraints built the problem, the national lose his faith. I lose faith for national.
Entrusted person still be trusted?
It’s no other way, one is let us down. Down to the well.
Waiting is a intolerable. I’m wasting my time, my gold, my space.
It’s not used, but it is the most precious.
I don’t like to be at the mercy.
