“Luck”

Why do we all afraid of our deeds?
Maybe because of scary consequences,
In front of them we are defenceless.
And all we do is hiding our heads like kids!
 
The future turns out to be very dark.
And when we do a small bad thing which's wrong,
Regret that we were, poor people, even born.
It feels so nasty being scared…oh, fuck!
 
And all these talks about being like an adult it’s just a sound.
It’s easier to say few words when it’s advice.
But when it happens here with you:”Oh, Jesus Christ”
You’d better be right now deep underground.
 
In these moments some want to take death,
They are in desperate because of this doubt.
These silly people don’t see a way out,
And that is why some think about death.
 
In a moment we all become religious,
Start believing in existence of the God.
It happens because of bad things that we’ve got,
And we don’t care that it is not prestigious.
 
There are a lot of things to observe about this,
But I won’t announce it here fully openly,
Because I’m in desperate and writing so brokenly.
I think it’s the time to get mother’s sweet kiss.