Life - cycle A constant rush for fabricated a luck What is your luck ? A career ? money ? an everyday comfort ? I am losing in this crowd rush I see nothing , i do not feel anything, i am falling down Bottomless hole of my despair Go away ! i am falling down deeper and deeper This world gives nothing A hypocrisy, an evil and a hatred are intersecting Our way everyday, are butting in our minds We are taking them like matter of course Rust of indifferences blunted our feeling We are losing in this reek dirt We are falling down, we are not realising the fall We are falling down into a bog which we are creation Go away ! A fall nowhere