Thoughts

I'm sitting in my room, I'm all depressed,
I look out the window, the vineyard is growing outside. On it I see grapes, growing and growing, like uncomfortable memories and old conspiracies.

No one cares about our feelings, 
Everyone just wants revenge and new, but empty promises. Our heart is just a motor, that runs our body, but no one uses it for love and intellect. 

Every one wants luck, even those who say they don't, but no one asks who are those who use it all. 

That's why it would be great, if people would bond again, and that they would love each other and they wouldn't be afraid that one day they'd lose their belongings and their loved ones.